Blue Trash The Dead South

[Verse 1: Nate]
Cry baby cry, crying all about
Cause you be missin' that banjo sound
Finger pickin' good and greasy bound
So you run, all the way back to momma
To grab your gun
You keep playing in your mind
That mando's playing time, after time
Those backchop beats are feelin' just fine
Take it away, foot stomps and gravy trains
Where is the heart?

[Chorus: Scott & Nate]
Sun down day turns to night
Angel's singing, it sound just right
Demon's playing, there ain't no fight
You pray
This music will go away
You pure old heart

[Verse 2: Nate & Scott, Nate]
I'm feelin' salty but I'm drinking sprite
That tangy banjo's sounding
So dang bright
Heavy hearts to an empty stage right
You say
There is no bass today
Low day don't feel so right