Corb Lund - Gettin' Down On The Mountain | Текст песни

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• Gettin' Down On The Mountain

When the oil stops, everything stops, nothing left in the fountain
Nobody wants paper money son, so you just well stop countin'
Can you break the horse, can you light the fire, what's that I beg your pardon
You best start thinking where food comes from and I hope you tend a good garden

Getting down on the mountain, getting down on the moutain
Dont wanna be around when the shit goes down
I'll be gettin on down the mountain

When the truck dont run, the bread dont come , have a hard time finding petrol
Water aint runnin in the city no more do hold any precious metal
Can you gut the fish, can you read the sky, whats that about over crowdin'
You ever seen a man who's kids aint ate for 17 days and countin'

Getting down on the mountain, getting down on the moutain
Dont wanna be around when the shit goes down
I'll be gettin' on down the mountain
solo
There aint no heat and the powers gone out, It's kerosene lamps and candles
The roads are blocked its all grid locked, you got a short wave handle
Can you track the dear , can you dig the well, couldnt quiet hear your answer
I think I see a rip in the social fabric, brother can you spare some ammo

Getting down on the mountain, getting down on the moutain
Dont wanna be around when the shit goes down
Gettin on down the mountain
Solo
When the oil stops, everything stops, nothing left in the fountain
Nobody wants paper money son, so you just well stop countin'
Can you break the horse, can you light the fire, whats that I beg your pardon
I think I see a rip in the social fabric; brother can you passthe ammo

Getting down on the mountain, getting down on the mountain
Dont wanna be around when the shit goes down
Gettin on down the mountain x2

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