paroles de chanson Flyrock Blues - Ben Sollee , Daniel Martin Moore

The flyrock blues got me down,
Got me down, got me down,
Got me way down.

People praying "Don't you land on me,
Don't you bust my house. Just let me be
On my own ground"

Well, they got the law and most of the land,
But they ain't got us and where we stand.
Let 'em hear you.

'Cause they're waiting for you to change your tune,
Give up your claim, and do it real soon.
Wanna push you out too.

Yeah, people prayin' "Don't you land on me"
From the hills of Kentucky clear to Tennessee
And that's a long way.

And in West Virginia the water's bad,
And there just ain't no peace to be had,
And that's the wrong way.

Maybe you're living far away;
There's nothing under your ground for them to take,
For them to latch on to.

But if they ever find the black rock there,
You'd better beware, or you'll know
The flyrock blues too.

The flyrock blues got me down,
Got me down, got me down,
Got me way down.

People praying "Don't you land on me,
Don't you bust my house. Just let me be
On my own ground"