Lyrics Pistol Annies

Pistol Annies

5 Acres of Turnips

Five acres of turnips

Ripe for the picking

The sweat and the blood

Oughta be enough

To keep me going

A heart and a trowel

The will to keep spinning

Faith that's untamed

A prayer for the rain

So the rose will keep growing

Don't take it for granted (ooh)

Reap what you planted (ooh)

Generations of shame (ooh)

In my granddaddy's name (ooh)

Tear in the screen door

Lettin' the flies in

The radio's on

The sweetest of songs

But I know they're lying

Secrets just simmer (ooh)

Momma makes dinner (ooh)

Then we all gather 'round (ooh)

Another hole in the ground (ooh)

Somethin' beautiful comes out of this dirt

Something better than him at his worst

One at a time

Dead on the vine

Five acres of turnips

Ripe for the picking

The sweat and the blood

Oughta be enough

To keep me going