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Lost ground is a concept album about a black soilder in ww2
that whiskey burns goin' down. old man pour me another round, because it's my last night in town, and i ain't thinkin' of slowin' down. no i am fixin' to drown 'til i see the sun, or i can't see. because i got the blues, and the blues got me. i'm gonna make my momma proud, her boy on the front lines. and just like my daddy done, i ain't afraid to die. i ain't no fortunate one, but i am proud of what i done. and hardships, i seen some, but i ain't no coward, i don't turn and run. so i stumble home and pack up my old memories. pictures of ma, my daddy's flask she gave me. "keep it near your heart" she would always say. it's all he left and so that's where it will stay. and her leatherbound book of psalms and prayers, that she would always read with patience and care. a short walk to the cemetary to pay respect before i leave. 1901 to 1943. i run my fingers through her name and the effigy. the sun is
up, and it's all i see. i got the blues and they still
got me. i'm gonna make my momma proud, her hopeful new recruit. and just like my daddy done, i'm gonna bleed red, white and blue.
fucking epic
Lost ground is a concept album about a black soilder in ww2
that whiskey burns goin' down. old man pour me another round, because it's my last night in town, and i ain't thinkin' of slowin' down. no i am fixin' to drown 'til i see the sun, or i can't see. because i got the blues, and the blues got me. i'm gonna make my momma proud, her boy on the front lines. and just like my daddy done, i ain't afraid to die. i ain't no fortunate one, but i am proud of what i done. and hardships, i seen some, but i ain't no coward, i don't turn and run. so i stumble home and pack up my old memories. pictures of ma, my daddy's flask she gave me. "keep it near your heart" she would always say. it's all he left and so that's where it will stay. and her leatherbound book of psalms and prayers, that she would always read with patience and care. a short walk to the cemetary to pay respect before i leave. 1901 to 1943. i run my fingers through her name and the effigy. the sun is
up, and it's all i see. i got the blues and they still
got me. i'm gonna make my momma proud, her hopeful new recruit. and just like my daddy done, i'm gonna bleed red, white and blue.
fucking epic