King Giant — The Fog
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The Fog King Giant06:28
Текст песни: The Fog
These columns rising above the Blue Ridge Into the bright, crisp skies Through the hills of the Old Dominion Corn liquor flowing like the river below The steam is rising past the pine tops Smell the mash as it burns, baby, burns, baby Sins and transgressions have been washed away In every parish and precinct, you can hear em pray Them Osburn boys, pray they don't get pinched This towns forgiven, cleansed of all our sins In these hills and up the hollows This town is living off the weakness of men Many of them have lost their lives here Buried 'neath this foggy mountainside Into this fog the smoke is rising Smell the shine as it flows, baby, flows, baby Sins and transgressions have been washed away In every parish and precinct, you can hear em pray Them Osburn boys, pray they don't get pinched This towns forgiven, cleansed of all our sins See em run through the fog Taste the virgin shine Tires scream, burnin' down The thinning of the tribe Buried beneath hallowed ground All them marked the same Every murder in this town Has liquor to blame Bootlegger, bootlegger Pistol at his side Given a choice between him and me The revenue man dies
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