Bill Gaunce
Bless This Country Soul
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Bless This Country Soul

Got a shack down in the swampland, my 40 and a mule
Can't grow no crops in mud, mama didn't raise no fool
Gotta few bucks in my wallet but I owe it to the bank
Guess I brought this on my self, I got no one else to thank

If the revenuers come through, bustin' up my still
They might slow my spirit down, but they can't break my will
A future bright before me, looks as dark as coal
Oh please, please, please, won't you bless this country soul

Now crystal meth will kill ya, and don't mess with no cocaine
But a taste of that white lightnin' will take away your pain
And I'll trade ya some for money, I ain't doin' this for fun
So let's close on this transaction, then I'll be on the run

Cause that's the way I'm livin', just two steps ahead
Takes a lot of moonshine to keep me in the red
Sometimes I want to lay down but I'm too tired to dig that hole
Oh Please, please, please, won't you bless this country soul
Won't you bless this country soul

Now if you come to visit, take the road out in the back
Follow through the clearing out beyond the railroad track
Honk two times for moonshine, white lightnin' hundred proof
Three times for the special that'll blow you through the roof

I can make deliveries, through the night I ride
With a hound dog riding shotgun and a pistol by my side
But 30 years of runnin' can surely take it's toll
Oh please, please, please, won't you save this country sou
Credits
Lyrics Credits: Bill Gaunce
Music Credits: Bill Gaunce
Producer Credits: Bill Gaunce
Performance Credits: Bill Gaunce
Metadata
Song Length: 3:57
Primary Genre: Blues-Country
Secondary Genre: Country-General
Tempo: Medium (111 - 130)
Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
Subject Matter 1: Alchohol, Beer, Wine
Language: English
Era: 2000 and later