Shootout in Saraland Songtext
von Muscadine Bloodline

You don′t know that 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 state but the law man might look over
Where the pace of life is slower


Well plain as day ain't plain and simple
Ain't plain to see when it come to kinfolk
I′d rather be off bream bed fishing stead a
Racking shells and hell comes to getting
Killing time instead of the killing
Over land and last names of women
Take what you can it ain′t what the giving Lord I ain't living right
But pray the lord my soul to keep and takeaway if I should die tonight

Well them boys way down in Dixie they don′t pity no fool
They tend to go looking for trouble
And they don't play by the rules
There′s been a shootout in Saraland
Adding fuel to the fire we gotta couple families
Feuding over fence post and wire
It's been a stirring and stewing
For a couple hundred years now
Post dates that civil war surrender at the Appomattox Court House
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 something that′ll getcha 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 matter of time