blue trash
Singer:dead south, the
cause you be missin' that banjo sound
finger pickin' good and greasy bound
all the way back to momma
you keep playing in your mind
that mando's playing time
those backchop beats are feelin' just fine
foot stomps and gravy trains
sun down day turns to night
i'm feelin' salty but i'm drinking sprite
that tangy banjo's sounding
heavy hearts to an empty stage right
low day don't feel so right
sun down day turns to night
blue trash don't touch my art
we want it back to how it was at the start
dead on the tracks why did we depart
cause you cannot take away
what's in our hearts today
sun down day turns to night
blue trash won't call it art
they want it back to how it was at the start
cause you cannot take away
what's in our hearts today
what's in our hearts this way