They took him in arrest with a shot through his chest And many more followed through The men folk shook their heads and said we did what we had to do
Never underestimate the glory and the grace in the way you move Moving through me, so enthusing I've never seen the likes of you in any other year I
Pack up the truck and that old road Headin' straight up 395 There ain't nothing much like freedom and wind To make a tired man feel quite alive Oh and
I came home late tonight I may have been stuck in my thoughts Or just in the snow Buried deep under the white Digging like an animal Far from civilized
Fare thee well old friends fare thee well we go burning up fuel and road oh but bet your stars one day we'll return for revival, sin and soul well the
What do you want to do tomorrow Is it what you find yourself doing today If it's not you better move Before you find yourself being schooled Wondering
(Traditional song composed by Gerrard Winstanley Modern composition by Leon Rosselson) In 1649 To St. George's Hill, A ragged band they called the Diggers
(Written by Frankie Stubbs) I smell the bullshit like trenchfoot on your breath You're the disease they call 'we're sick to death A personal friend
Old man are you tired Will I one day fill those boots Walk the world over In search of righteous truth Old man are you gone Down to the proving ground
(Featuring Austin Lucas) Well the rich are getting mighty And the poor folks stay the same As the middle class just seems to fade away And on every
