Letra de Shootout in Saraland - Muscadine Bloodline

You don't know the half of it

You don't know the lineage

The shades of gray that sit between

The things you think are black and white

It's outta sight, outta mind

The law might stink, but the law man might look over

Where the pace of life is slower

Well, plain as day ain't plain and sample

Ain't plain to see when it come to kinfolk

I'd rather be off bream bed fishin' 'stead of

Rackin' shells and hell comes to givin'

Killin' time instead of the killin'

Over land and last names of women

Take what you can, it ain't worth the givin'

Lord, I ain't livin' right

Pray the Lord my soul to keep and take away

If I should die tonight

Well, them boys way down in Dixie, they don't pity no fool

They tend to go lookin' for trouble and they don't play by the rules

There's been a shootout in Saraland, addin' fuel to the fire

We got a couple families feudin' over fence posts and wires

It's been a-stirrin' and stewin' for a couple hundred years now

Post dates that Civil War surrender at the Appomattox courthouse

Couple of 'em ol' Johnny rebels had to come home to settle down

They fought on the same side at Shiloh, but they're enemies now

And it goes on down and on down and on down it goes

They were born into somethin' that'll get you laid in a hole

And it goes on down and on down and on down the line

Got a bullet with your name on it, it's just a matter of time

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