Don't blame me, i voted for Ron Paul

Don't Blame meeeee,
I voted for Ron Paul.
Don't Blame meeeee,
As we watch this nation fall.
Don't Blame meeeee,
I wanted to save you.
From a gov-ern-ment,
hell bent to enslave you.

These day's im scared... to turn on the morning news.
That tells me if I breathe... I might catch the swine flu.
Or the preaching about... how we need to save health care.
Or the protestors... yelling at the town fairs.

To tell the truth... Im a little fed up,
These politicians... someone needs to call their bluff.

Yes we have problems... dont get me wrong.
Only they can fix them... if you listen to their song.

But if you ask me... I have more faith in me and you.
We are the only ones... that can pull us through.

If we give more power... to the government.
Well when's the last time... they had a good dollar spent.

All the problems,
they just exasterbate it.
Their solutions,
heaping piles of bullshit.

Let's get back... to basic common sense.
Our kids futures... their already spent.

Clinton claimed,
everyone needed homes,
told the banks,
to hand out all these bad loans,

now we hit a point,
where no one can pay them back
the bubble burst,
our dollars not worth jack.

so Bush decides... we have to bail them out,
handing out trillions... to those with political clout,
then the great Obama... says he has the answer,
we have to continue to feed... this credit cancer

well hey people... I think its time you woke up,
and realize this system... it's to corrupt,
this isn't a game... of left or right,
it's not a game... when it's not safe to go to bed at night,

so good people... if you wanna stand with me,
if you love this nation... and love being free,
let's take back... whats yours and mine,
from these... politicaly connected beuracratic swine,

and if your not ready,
you just wanna sit back,
and hope someone else,
will pick up the slack,

then......

Don't Blame meeeee,
I voted for Ron Paul.
Don't Blame meeeee,
As we watch this nation fall.
Don't Blame meeeee,
I wanted to save you.
From a government,
hell bent to enslave you.

waiting on a train

sitting, waiting on a train.
Lord I wish I knew her name.
that we don’t meet is quite a shame.
as we sit here waiting on a train.

have we met, I don’t know where?
oh the stories we could share.
if one of us would dare.
but we both sit there lost in stare.

time is slowing passing by.
with it moments by and by.
occasionally catching a glimpsing eye.
what might have been becomes a sigh.

as I sit here, on a train.
lord I wish I caught her name.
we never met it’s a crying shame
what might have been goes down the drain.
as I sit here, on a train

if you can't find heaven here

two brothers caught camping in the pourin’ rain,
got soaked to the bone when that storm came,
now they huddled up together for the rest of the night,
already forgot about that mornin’s fist fight,



they’ll protect each other through anything,
doesn’t brotherly love have a heavenly ring.

way too often we all lose sight,
of all of the beauty that is our lives,
step back for a second and it might seem clear,
that everything your needin’, lord it’s all right here.

it was Friday morning when she got the call,
now all her problems, lord they seem so small,
driving fourteen hours through the sleet and snow,
hoping to see daddy for’ god calls him home.

she hadn’t talked to her sister since they had that fight,
over that boy on homecoming night,
as the door swings open they meet in embrace,
as their tears got blended on each other’s face.



way too often we all lose sight,
of all of the beauty that is our lives,
step back for a second and it might seem clear,
that everything your needin’, lord it’s all right here.

he was sittin’ with molly on that ol’ porch swing,
his hands were shaking as he pulled out the ring,
she had waited so long for this day to get come,
he had cried when he told momma he had found the one.


way too often we all lose sight,
of all of the beauty that is our lives,
step back for a second and it might seem clear,
that everything your needin’, lord it’s all right here.

if you can’t find heaven in what you have,
then you mighta lost sight of the bigger path,
if you can’t find heaven in what’s surrounding you,
how you gonna find it when this life is through,

it takes a step back from that fast pace,
to see you’re surrounded by Amazing Grace.

the man in the bottle

the man in the bottle is strong,
the man in the bottle is brave,
the man in the bottle, wont be here tomorrow,
and he's digging me into my grave,

I saw her last night at the barroom,
she looked just as pure as the snow,
with dreams of young ages, uncorrupted faith yes,
and the tenderest heart of a saint

I wanted so badly to love her,
wanted her body with mine,
wanted to remember, the taste of that pureness,
that my heart hath but known, once a time


I searched for the words in the bottle,
the magical things I could say,
as all that I needed, was the right words indeed yes,
to turn her attention my way

the man in the bottle he knew this,
this was his chance to move in,
taking over my weakness, he moved with great swiftness,
and use my intentions for sin,

his silver toungue eroded her pureness,
convinced her to play in his game
and with all of his danger, his charm, and his favor,
he took all that pureness away,


Cause the man in the bottle is strong,
and the man in the bottle is brave,
but the man in the bottle, wont be here tomorrow,
and he's digging me into my grave

I saw her last night at the barroom,
she looked just as pure as the snow,
with dreams of young ages, uncorrupted faith yes,
and the tenderest heart of a saint

and I wanted so badly to love her,
wanted her body with mine,
wanted to remember the taste of that pureness,
that I hath but known once a time,

but the man in the bottle is strong,
the man in the bottle is brave,
the man in the bottle, wont be here tomorrow,
and he's turned me into his slave


yeah kris, I think I might just stole your song....

Them hills that I come from.

Let me tell y’all a story bout them hills that I come from.


We might not clean up all pirty,
might not shine our boots up nice.
When we head straight to the bar room,
from the game on Friday night.
We like sausage in our gravy,
like Jack Daniels in our tea.
If your say that shit ain’t pirty,
well it sure looks good to me'e'e'.

No matter how you slice it,
when it’s all been said and done.
I can tell ya I’m damn prouda',
them hills that I come from.


so don’t you go a askin, me to go a shavin',
or trim'in down this hair.
Or trading in these old overalls,
for them fancy clothes you wear.

I might look a little rough around the edges,
hell I'm rough the whole way through.
but I ain’t heard none of y'all ladies a complainin',
when I’m snuggled up next to you' ou' ou',


i might not clean up all pirty,
might not shine my boots up nice,
when i go straight to the barroom,
from the woods on friday night,
i like sausage in my gravy,
like jack daniels in my tea,
if you say that shit ain't pirty,
well it sure look good to me' e' e',

no matter how you slice it,
when it all been said and done,
i can tell ya' im damn prouda,
them hills that i come from,


And for those of you that don’t like it,
who think we oughta change our ways.
who say this way of life is outdated,
we’ve gotta get with the days.

I ask you to look in the mirror,
before you start throwing stones.
As it’s easy to start judging others,
looking down here from your thrones.

but in the end we’re all different,
yet we’re all the same.
And those of y’all that don’t get that,
well it’s a crying sha' a' a'me.

And we’re just gonna keep on a livin',
the way that we see fit.
Until the good lord comes callin',
and that’ll be the end of it.

Until then go'head n’ mock us,
if that’s whatch'a need to do.
To make yourself feel better,
cause we won’t sell our souls the same as you.


We might not clean up all pirty,
might not shine our boots up nice.
When we head straight to the bar room,
from the mines on Friday night.
We like sausage in our gravy,
like Jack Daniels in our tea.
If your saying that shit ain’t pirty,
well it sure looks good to me'e'e'.

No matter how you slice it,
when it’s all been said and done.
I can tell ya I’m damn prouda,
them hills that I come from.

I just call her the wind.

I just call her the wind.
She blows into and out of my life just as fast.
When I hit my lowest points, and need someone to help me feel again he sends her to me, to help awaken my senses, to breathe the breath of life back into my body. To give me the hunger and ambition to look for more.

But then he takes her away from me just as fast as he puts her in.
Maybe its because I’m not ready.
Maybe it’s because I’m weak.
Maybe its because I’m supposed to remain a lost soul, floating through this world meeting and helping other lost souls along the way.

And these angels are just sent to me and my greatest moments of weakness to help me feel again.
But gone just as fast as they show up.
And I just call her the wind.

Don't Tread on Me!

Don’t Tread on Me!
I won’t go easy.
Don’t Tread on Me!
I’m doing just fine!

I don’t need,
your hand to feed me,
Me and God,
we’re doing just fine.

I was born,
the son of a farmer.
I learned to work,
the fields all day.

When the work is done,
I reap my rewards.
As I’ve earned
the right to play.

So,

Don’t Tread on Me!
I won’t go easy.
Don’t Tread on Me!
I’m walking the line!

I don’t need,
your hand to feed me,
Me and God,
we’re doing just fine.

Now your saying,
you don’t like this country.
Or what’s became,
our way of life.

You preach of change,
that your gonna save us.
All I have to do,
is give up what’s mine.

Don’t get me wrong,
I don’t mind helping.
I’ve got nothing ,
but love for my fellow man.

But when you go reaching,
your hand in my pocket.
And you’re trying
to take my land.

To give to some
big corporation.
Well I think it’s time,
I make my stand.

Don’t Tread on Me!
I won’t go easy.
Don’t Tread on Me!
I’m walking the line!

I don’t need,
your hand to feed me,
Me and God,
we’re doing just fine.