We got some trouble in our own back yard. Things are are kinda tough, times are kinda hard. Got a lot of people livin' out in the street, people goin
Little folks are people too Very much like me and you The little things they say and do They kinda make your day Foolishness and common sense Through
Oh, the cowards came by morning and attacked without a warning Leaving flames and death and chaos in our streets In the middle of this fiery hell brave
This ain't no rag it's a flag And we don't wear it on our heads It's a symbol of the land where the good guys live Are you listening to what I said You
a simple man Now, I'm the kind of man that wouldn't harm a mouse But if I catch somebody breakin' in my house I've got a twelve gauge shotgun waitin' on the other
And sin kept my life in a whirl Lust, greed and money and sensual pleasures Mark the boundaries of my narrow world I was headed for hell but as far as
People say I'm no good and crazy as a loon Cause I get stoned in the mornin, get drunk in the afternoon Kinda like my ole blue tick hound I like to lay
I was takin' a trip out to LA Toolin' along in my Chevrolet Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio... Just as I crossed the Mississippi line I heard
