Plow Through The Mystic

I'm going staight to hell

And that's a well known fact

Just ask any hard shell and you'll be told

I am measured by the color of my skin

And whether or not I can turn silver into gold

It's a long way over

It's a long way over now

Left esperanza with a stone in my boot

My manifesto way in the lead

That I might make it out with most of my loot

At least a couple of things that I might need

Oh my faith in tact

Oh my faith in delivery

Pulling my plow

Pulling my plow through the mystic

I am turning around old friend

So let me make this clear

It's not this life or this old town that set me out

Just some of the people

Just some of the people

That live around here

There's plenty of dirt here on my hands as you can see

From draggin' this chain in a gunny sack

I like to believe in being free there to believe

That jesus died and he ain't coming back

Not in the way you thought

Not in the way that they taught you

Not with the things you bought

Not any way that you thought you knew

Maybe I'm bound by my raising you say

Maybe I'm just a willing fool

I got my flashlight and my shovel and my take

And I am stubborn

Stubborn as a mule

Pulling my plow

Pulling my plow through the mystic

Lyrics and Music written by Jeff Black

Lotos Nile Music BMI