App' a' lach' ian' white trash'

App' a' lach' ian' white trash'
Grow'd up in da trailer patch'
he learn'd young to skin a' buck
and jerry rig a pick'up truck

al'ways gonna' clean his plate
rare'ly gonna' get a date
when he does he'll treat her right
giggin frogs by moonlight

App' a' lach' ian' white trash'
Grow'd up in da trailer patch'


miss'in' his left front tooth
from that fist fight with cousin lue,
called his sister an awful name,
when he got home he did the same,

Ap p' a' lach' ian' white trash'
Grow'd up in da trailer patch'

sailing the starboard side of crazy...

sail'ing'.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these.. bro'ken' seas,
caught some'where'.. be'tween re'demp'tion,
and the fier'y.. pits be'neath,

search'ing.. for the truth.. in'side the bot'tle,
for how.. this world.. should be,
sail'ing.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these drunk'en' seas,

gypsie souls.. aren't long for,
a life of.. nine to five,
and each day.. they stay.. trapped with'in,
they feel.. much less.. a'live,

if on'ly.. for a little while,
they need to.. run away
to escape from.. all the fake'ness,
of what.. we call.. re'al'it'ay',
where everyone.. wants you.. to be some'thing,
and you..just want.. to be,

sail'ing'.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these.. bro'ken' seas,
caught some'where'.. be'tween re'demp'tion,
and the fier'y.. pits be'neath,

search'ing.. for the truth.. in'side the bot'tle,
for how.. this world.. should be,
sail'ing.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these drunk'en' seas,

there's some'thing.. magic... in the potion,
of the.. music.. and the sea,
and the people.. drawn to it,
to set their spirits free,

leav'ing'.. the world.. behind them,
if only.. for a few days,
where they can.. get lost.. to'geth'er',
as they.. sail away,

sail'ing'.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these.. bro'ken' seas,
caught some'where'.. be'tween re'demp'tion,
and the fier'y.. pits be'neath,

search'ing.. for the truth.. in'side the bot'tle,
for how.. this world.. should be,
sail'ing.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these drunk'en' seas,

three days.. in'to'.. a bender,
and their... still go'ing' strong,
whether hi'ding'.. from a.. hang'o'ver',
or just try'ing' to ha'a'a'a'a'an'an'an'an'ng'ng'ng'ng'ng'g'g'g' ah'ah'ah'ah'ah'ah'aaaah'hhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnN...

The tough love of the mountain...

V1

from the time that I was born,
she never made it easy.
quickly learned to climb,
the hills she lay before me.

she always gave me just enough,
so I could make it by.
but at times it was do damn tough, that,
I’d break down and cry.

V2

when I’d make it to the city, lord,
just couldn’t understand.
people afraid to do anything,
that put calluses on their hands.

I loved coming down to party,
boy, don’t get me wrong.
but it wouldn’t take me long before,
the mountain called me home.

Bridge

see me and mama nature,
we got awful tight.
surviving through the seasons,
through those cold and lonesome nights.

Chorus


the tough love of the mountain,
lord it made me who I am.
made me a survivor, yeah,
made me love the land.

she stood their tall and proud,
yeah, never seemed to change.
just rolled on through the seasons,
but always stayed the same.

through the deep snows in the winter,
and the spring times pouring rain.
from the hills I had to climb,
to the whiskey in my veins.

my feet got hard and weathered,
my steps got tried and sure.
she’d beat me like a rented mule,
but Id come back for more.


Bridge

lord with all she gave me,
I’d never change a thing.
she made me a survivor, lord,
gave me this song to sing.

Chorus



the tough love of the mountain,
lord it made me who I am.
made me a survivor, yeah,
made me love the land.

stood their tall and proud,
yeah, never seemed to change.
she’d just rolls on through the seasons,
but always stays the same.

through the deep snows in the winter,
and the spring times pouring rain.
from the hills I had to climb,
to the whiskey in my veins.

my feet got hard and weathered,
but my steps got tried and sure.
she’d beat me like a rented mule,
but Id come back for more.


V3

I guess having things the easy way,
just isn’t in my blood.
Im a sucker for a challenge,
that’s why this life I love.

I guess that’s the reason, why,
no matter where I’d roam,
it doesn't take long before,
the mountain call me home.

Bridge

see me and mama nature,
we got awful tight.
surviving through the seasons,
through those cold and lonesome nights.

Chorus


the tough love of the mountain,
lord , it made me who I am.
made me a survivor, yeah,
made me love the land.

she stood their tall and proud,
yeah, never seemed to change.
she’d just roll on through the seasons,
but always stay the same.

through the deep snows in the winter,
and the spring times pouring rain.
from all the hills I had to climb,
to the whiskey in my veins

my feet got hard and weathered,
but my steps got tried and sure.
she’d beat me like a rented mule,
but I'd come back for more. .

Close


the tough love of the mountain,
lord, it made me who I am.
made me a survivor, yeah
made me love the land.

she stood their tall and proud,
yeah, never seemed to change.
just rolled on through the seasons,
but always stay the same.

Answer the call...

There's a voice that you've been hearing,
Telling you that somethings wrong.

There are things that you've been seeing,
Telling you it won't be long.

There are children in the dessert dying.
mothers in their backyards crying.
leaders on their soapboxes lying.
As you sit there and listen to the words of this song.

And there's a voice that you've been hearing.
Telling you that somethings wrong.

There are things that you've been seeing,
Telling you it won't be long.

Our mother earth cries to us,
trying to get us to hear.
she tells us we've lost our ways,
but we just turn a death ear.

She shakes us with earthquakes,
pours down flooding rains,
and yet we still dont want to hear.

So now her tears of oil bleed into our oceans,
painting us with our shame,
but yet those of us far enough away, laugh at this dirty game,
as we still keep marching on as if their is nothing to fear.

There's a voice that you've been hearing,
Telling you that somethings wrong.

There are things that you've been seeing,
Telling you it won't be long.


Their are threats to our freedom,
that come from a different voice.
They teach us that we must follow them,
as if we don't have a choice.

Their and blinded ones following,
as their song has such a ring,
filled with promises of brighter days.

But beneath all the glittered promises,
lies the truth of more of the same.

There's a voice that you've been hearing,
Telling you that somethings wrong.

There are things that you've been seeing,
Telling you it won't be long.

So if you are listening,
maybe it's time you answered the call.
Stood up for your freedoms,
and told them that it won't be long.

For the truth is not always the most popular song.
But those who walk with it, are walking where they belong.
And if the words speak to you, there are things to do, do dont sit and let this time fade.
Stand up for the riteous blood will never be spilled in vein.

There's a voice that you've been hearing,
Telling you that somethings wrong.

There are things that you've been seeing,
Telling you it won't be long.

So if you are listening,
maybe it's time you answered the call.
Stood up for your freedoms,
and told them that it won't be long.

just give me one last ride

it was hard to see him laying there,
he looked like he'd been through hell,
the scars and bruises all over him,
told the story very well,

they said it'd been an awful crash,
must have been going a hundred and twelve,
when them semi trailer had cut him off,
and sent him over that guard rail,

i tried to fight the tears back,
as i sat down to say goodbye,
and could swear i heard a enginer purr,
as he opened up his eyes,

he looked at me and could see my fear,
so he tried to calm me down,
he laughed and said well wheres the booze,
ive got some pain i need to drown,

and he said hey man this is the end,
i aint gonna make it to your show,
ive got a restless soul that was born to ride,
and its my time to go,

then he said but there is one thing i gotta ask you to do,
man you gotta get me out of here i dont wanna die in this room,
he looked over at the window seal and said i need some air,
prop that window open so i can breathe,
and help me to that chair,

he fought with all that he could give,
as i took him by the arm,
and as he got close to the window he started to sing a song,

he said...

I ain't praying for tomorrow.
No I dont want back yesterday.
I just wanna beg still or borrow,
just Whats left of today.

lord i know that Im leaving.
I know that it's my time.
But with the last few breaths Im breathing.
Lord all im asking,
is give me just one last ride.

and as he said these words to me,
he rose up out that chair,
and it seemed like angels had lifted him,
as he floated through that air,

that room must have been 20 stories high,
as he went falling down,
and you could hear that engine purring again,
just before he hit the ground,

he said...


I ain't praying for tomorrow.
No I dont want back yesterday.
I just wanna beg still or borrow,
just Whats left of today.

lord that Im leaving.
I know that it's my time.
But with the last few breaths Im breathing.
Lord give me just one last ride.

day 2

He woke up feeling good to face the day.
thought how nice it was to have a morning feel this way.
The day before yesterday he dumped that bottle down the drain.
Told himself and everyone that he was going clean.
But hell that was yesterday and today the boys have that poker game.
And whats the harm of throwing a few back to try and numb the pain.

Day one, well that one's easy.
Day one, everyone's on your side.
Day one, is just the beginning.
Day one, starting up that mountainside.
Day one, looking for redemption.
Day one, got nothing to lose.
Day one, it's how your start it.
Day one, but what about Day two.

yesterday she left that telephone on the hook
went out with some friends, then sat down and read a book
it felt good to fight back the urge
that guys never been any good for her

she told herself it was over, never again, was she going back
it was time to fight redemption, time to get her life back on track

but this morning she's feeling kinda low
she a little lost and wondering where to go

Day one, well that one's easy.
Day one, everyone's on your side.
Day one, is just the beginning.
Day one, starting up that mountainside.
Day one, looking for redemption.
Day one, got nothing to lose.
Day one, it's how your start it.
Day one, but what about Day two.

i didn't chose this life, it chose me

When I was just a little boy, Grandpa had me, bouncing on his knee.
Telling me stories, about life, and how things used to be.

he told me boy this life is filled with cross roads, we've gotta make hard decisions everyday.
And we can a spend our whole lives wondrin. How it might have came out, if we had just gone the other way.

but in the end, what's it really matter,
we all, gotta play the cards were dealt.

And all the consequences ,of my, decisions.
Well they are there, in those pictures, that line that shelf.

and I wouldn't trade this life, I'm living.
As then I might not have this boy here on my knee.
And I know, he's gonna write his own history.

He's gonna change this world, you'll see.
and one day, hell be lookin back, backward. With his own, grandson, on his knee.

yeah son, that's the real beauty, of living this life and being free.
And even though I got to make the choices, hell I know, the one in charge it wasn't me. 0

I was just following my directions, wrote by, the man, who deals the cards.
Following, a path, that had been written, long before he put me in charge.

so son I just hope, you remember.
To thank him, once, in a while.

for all of your bad decisions, cause in the end they'll all work themselves out.
And if your lucky they'll lead to memories, and pictures to line your own shelves.

yes we get to make our own choices, its the beauty of being free.
But in the end I think you'll agree. T
the one thing I can say for certain, i didn't chose this life, it chose me.