SHOUTIN GROUND

I can say god but I can’t say damn
I gotta be careful of who I am
They tell ya what to sing and then they tell ya whata say
Sorry my feelings don’t work that way
A one time now…
I shoulda said I love you but I thought too much
If you thinka bout love then you thought’s a crunch
I shoulda thrown ya down in the southern dirt
But I’s too worried that ya might get hurt

Yea that’s shoutin ground
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Yea I can say god but I can’t say damn
Gotta be careful of who I am
Don’t ever letum tell ya what to feel…just feel
Yea that’s shoutin ground

Johnny’s in the basement mixin up the medicine I’m on the pavement thinking bout the government a man in a trench coat badge out laid off says he got a bad cough wants to get it paid off look out kid it’s something you did god knows when but you’re doin it again and you better duck down in the alleyway lookin for a new friend a man in a coonskin cap in a big pen wants eleven dollar bills and you only got ten look out kid it’s something you did don’t tell me what to say or what to play god’s too busy to care if I swear I know the who what and why and if I wanna cry I will cuz this is my party so take your arty ass back to the drawing board dig cuz this gig is for everybody who ever colored out of the lines hey kids this is how the rest goes you don’t need a weather man to know which way the wind blows

Built me a fire in the dirty street
I fed those flames and I watched them eat
I wrote this song on shoutin ground
And when I’m dead it’ll still be around
Yea that’s shoutin ground