[Verse 1]
Well, now I'm just a typical half breed
Got no land, got no deed
All I do is drink my wine and I love my woman 'til the sun shiine
Easy life
No strife
And I ain't go no hang-ups
[Verse 2]
Well, the preacher come around and he said, "Hey boy
Do you think that life's some kind of toy?
You gotta quit drinking, smoking, women, swearing
And clean up your life and do some Bible bearing"
[Verse 3]
Well, I looked him up and down and I said, "You're right
These hangovers are gettin' out of sight"
But I got up straight and I gave a lurch
And the next thing you know I was in the church
People jumping up and down and doing their thing
Praise the Lord, pass the ammunition
Peacе on Earth, good will to the white liberation front
[Verse 4]
Yеs now, I stood around with my hands in my pocket
I listened to the preacher, he sure could talk it
He said, "All good folks, they give to the poor"
And he slammed his foot right through the floor
It took three deacons to get that foot out from the floor
[Verse 5]
Well, a bag on a pole came my way
Loaded up with coins, what could I say?
I recall the preacher said, "Give to the poor"
So I grab the bag and I head for the door
Taking low slow mountain strides just like my papa told me
[Verse 6]
Well, now here I am, sittin' in jail
Haven't seen the sun, I'm kinda pale
I haven't had a drink for nearly a year
And I'm still wondering why I'm sittin' here
Well, now I'm just a typical half breed
Got no land, got no deed
All I do is drink my wine and I love my woman 'til the sun shiine
Easy life
No strife
And I ain't go no hang-ups
[Verse 2]
Well, the preacher come around and he said, "Hey boy
Do you think that life's some kind of toy?
You gotta quit drinking, smoking, women, swearing
And clean up your life and do some Bible bearing"
[Verse 3]
Well, I looked him up and down and I said, "You're right
These hangovers are gettin' out of sight"
But I got up straight and I gave a lurch
And the next thing you know I was in the church
People jumping up and down and doing their thing
Praise the Lord, pass the ammunition
Peacе on Earth, good will to the white liberation front
[Verse 4]
Yеs now, I stood around with my hands in my pocket
I listened to the preacher, he sure could talk it
He said, "All good folks, they give to the poor"
And he slammed his foot right through the floor
It took three deacons to get that foot out from the floor
[Verse 5]
Well, a bag on a pole came my way
Loaded up with coins, what could I say?
I recall the preacher said, "Give to the poor"
So I grab the bag and I head for the door
Taking low slow mountain strides just like my papa told me
[Verse 6]
Well, now here I am, sittin' in jail
Haven't seen the sun, I'm kinda pale
I haven't had a drink for nearly a year
And I'm still wondering why I'm sittin' here
( Willie Dunn )
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