The Downward Road

Now look at our old wicked fathers
 Thought they were doin' mighty well
 But when they come to find out
 They done made up a bed in Hell
 Now the downward road is
 Crowded, crowded, crowded
 Crowded, Lord, believe it's so
 Crowded, crowded, crowded
 Crowded, Lord, believe it's so
 Gather 'round, gather 'round
 Lo, I've seen what the trickster hid
 Hear the sound of a king tryna get it
 The water rising, surrounding everybody that's in it
 And little Silas wanna comе home
 All he got is a cot that he drum on
 Wholе family poor, he was taught not to run from it
 When you come from it (when you come from it)
 And the king ain't never alone
 A feeling Silas thought that he never would know
 The king mean, said he homegrown
 That his upbringing showed him it all, it's nothing he don't know
 The water rose, but he a old soul
 He feel like he seen everything (I've seen everything)
 He been outside like a evergreen
 As for Silas, he just want a chance
 The king got the means to, but he don't wanna ask
 Silas got older and took over, the same king in the story
 Still running from his past
 Now look at my old grasping ruler
 Thought he was doin' mighty well
 But when he come to find out
 He done made up a bed in Hell
 Well, the downward road is
 Crowded, crowded, crowded
 Crowded, Lord, believe it's so
 Crowded, crowded, crowded
 Crowded, Lord, believe it's so
 Gather round, gather round
 Lo, I've seen what the trickster hid
 In a town where a means to a end would amount to a piece of the pie
 Joe and Louie like peas in a pod, they wanna even the odds
 They heard about the water rising
 Made a plan to take advantage, had to enterprise it
 Saw an opportunity, Louie was set, as soon as Joey said, "It's a bet"
 We can sell a boat, and can sell a boatload more for sure
 If we never settle the debt, lo and behold and nevertheless, the water rose
 Probably shoulda known the quickest thing that would sink
 The irony is, is probably a pot of gold
 By the end the means made the man, the sin, the pain
 When it's too late to do what you can
 Ain't no making amends, the king know
 He bought one of them boats, too, the king know
 Now look at us, my wicked brothers
 We think we're doing mighty well
 But when we come to find out
 We done made up a bed in
 Children, the downward road is
 Crowded, crowded, crowded
 Crowded, Lord, believe it's so
 Crowded, crowded, crowded
 Crowded, Lord, believe it's so
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 Crowded, crowded, crowded
 Crowded, Lord, believe it's so
 Crowded, crowded, crowded
 Crowded, Lord, believe it's so