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• Artiste: Weeks (The)
• Titre: Slave To The South
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I’m a slave to the south there’s a curse on this house I’ve been dying to leave but I just can’t get out I’ve always been drawn to one wooden shack And a man with the weight of the world on his back I’ve got dust on my boots, I’ve got tears in my eyes And ill work in these fields for the rest of my life Like my father before me who worked every day And I’ll be damned if I let someone take that from me A life full of riches means nothing to me With a full of joy there that no one can see And a poor hungry heart that still wants to be free And somebody there who’s still waiting for me And I know of a place that gets slow when it rains With a sky that’s as blue as the blood in my veins And a burnt cigarette sits on some window pane With the loud laughs and thunder in a slow southern state I’ve been raising my hands, I’ve been praying for rain And I screamed at them skies but the drops never came With sun on my face and with god on my side Who will I blame if those crops, they don’t rise I always hoped life wouldn’t end up like this With a well that’s gone dry and a cross in my fist If my hair has gone gray and those rains still ain’t came Then we’ll wade in that river, let it take us away A life full of riches means nothing to me With a full of joy there that no one can see And a poor hungry heart that still wants to be free And somebody there who’s still waiting for me And I know of a place that gets slow when it rains With a sky that’s as blue as the blood in my veins A burnt cigarette sits on some window pane With the loud laughs and thunder in a slow southern state