The Waltz

Hand me down blues, keep on kickin'
 Hand me down rhythm, cut from dirty blood
 Deep in that ground
 Gotta keep running
 keep moving on
 Hand me down that ol' dirty-ass shovel
 Hand me down black, dirty mud in the blood upon the brain
 Gotta keep running
 keep moving on
 Hand me down roads keep the engine trippin'
 Hand me down engine blocks cracked
 from blown-out gears in the box
 Gotta keep running
 keep moving on
 Everybody tell me, man, just pull out back
 Creep up slow, keep that thing running
 Yeah, it takes time to chase your dreams
 Better keep that thing strummin'
 Sweet jibba jam is bamba lamba
 That's the blood that bleeds drips, drowns down
 crowns into sound
 Gotta keep running
 keep moving on
 Get a hit of the butter roll black molasses
 Keep a grease feast beast, streaks, leaks down on the crease
 Gotta keep running
 keep moving on
 Get the reaper creep and crawl on the crust
 Diggin' wells deep down into veins of olive oil
 Gotta keep running
 keep moving on
 All the people tell me, man, just pull out back
 Creep up slow, keep that thing running
 Yeah, it takes time to chase your dreams
 Better keep that thing strummin'
 Keep my axe jacks with back taxes
 Keep my dizzy like Thin Lizzy
 cold sweat running down the back of neck
 Gotta keep running
 keep moving on
 Sometime juice keep me stepping hard with my roll
 People stop and asked me
 Hey, what the hell you sound like that?"
 Gotta keep running
 keep moving on