Lyrics Trial By Fire - Yelawolf
Check,
check,
check
Let's
go
Klever
This
is
Bones
Owens
to
my
right,
right
here
To
my
left
DJ
Klever
My
name
is
Yelawolf
This
is
Trial
By
Fire
Uh
Back
in
1979
it
was
a
cold
day
in
December
Mamma
peeled
the
paint
off
the
wall,
screamin'
Babie's
on
the
way
They
rushed
her
to
the
hospital
in
that
old
Chevy
truck
Running
90
miles
an
hour
down
them
back
roads
Blowing
past
the
sheriff,
hid
in
the
woods,
Smoke
bellowing
off
the
engine
Running
hot,
must
have
been
a
sign
They
rushed
her
to
the
emergency
room
Barely
made
it
to
the
bed
A
few
minutes
later
I
was
screaming
for
my
first
breath
A
little
devil
the
doctor
said
He's
got
that
look
in
his
eye,
ya
know?
Reminds
me
of
mischief
Yeah
this
ones
gonna
be
trouble
I
can
tell
it
And
then
the
lights
went
Then
mamma
said
doctor
something's
burning,I
can
smell
it
And
it
was
trial
by
fire
I'm
just
under
a
plane
singing
to
burn
it
down
You
better
watch
your
step
When
I
come
around
Damn
right,
uh
You
could
hear
lightning
for
miles
around
And
oak
trees
hitting
the
ground
The
wind
tore
holes
on
that
old
Dixie
flag
on
the
capitol
steps
Change
is
coming,
my
great
grand
mamma
said
Quietly
clutching
her
bible,
sitting
in
a
rocking
chair,smoking
a
cigarette
And
the
wood
creaked
beneath
the
porch
and
the
old
dog
moaned
and
cried
As
the
sirens
passing
by
And
Mr.
Williams
brought
a
mean
batch
of
that
moonshine
to
the
wake
You
know
one
comes
and
one
goes
as
they
say
And
they
laid
a
flower
on
the
grave
Buried
on
December
29th
for
robbing
a
bank
And
killed
by
the
police,
see
you
in
the
next
life
old
friend
Little
did
he
know,
his
old
friend
was
back
again
As
the
son
of
Sheila
Diane
And
it
was
trial
by
fire
I'm
just
under
a
plane
singing
to
burn
it
down
You
better
watch
your
step
When
I
come
around
You
know
how
the
story
goes
See
me,
I'm
a
curious
soul
A
stray
bullet
to
some
a
chatter
and
whisper
at
night
and
the
head
of
a
following
storm,
a
rebel
at
heart,a
devilish
grin
A
leader
of
men,
a
preacher
at
ten
I
was
already
in
to
spiritual
sin
Back
in
the
saddle
again
12s
in
the
back
of
the
trunk,
making
it
rattle
again
Giving
them
nothing
but
punk
Living,
the
baby,
the
babie's
got
powers,
the
baby
is
haunted
Fuck
a
church,
I'm
a
confession
Professional,
public
annointed
Came
from
the
wrong
side
of
the
tracks
Bring
me
the?
outta
the
back
Keeping
these
gutter
dogs
raised
With
these
alley
way
cats
Seen
what
these
others
can't
see
My
poetry
is
a
reflection
of?
up
from
the
bottom
And
climbing
that
fucking
tree,
but
I
brought
a
chainsaw
I
come
to
build
a
house
up
out
of
it,
chopping
Limbs
off
this
culture,
and
putting
soliders
up
inside
of
it
Limbs,
brick,
mortar,
board
up
the
windows
For
the
tornado,
I'm
a
fatal
blow
to
these
honorable
foes
Bag
up
the
hot
potato
And
it
was
trial
by
fire
I'm
just
under
a
plane
singing
to
burn
it
down
You
better
watch
your
step
When
I
come
around
1 Daylight
2 Row Your Boat
3 Sabrina
4 Trial By Fire
5 Violin
6 Do For Love
7 Struggle Speaks (Interlude)
8 Son of a Gun
9 Ride Or Die
10 Get Mine
11 Keeps Me Alive
12 True To Yourself
13 Punk
14 Shadows
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