Minor Byrd

At my nan's I wasn't thinking

over boiled beans and chicken

Something cool fell in my juice cup

sudden I could lie and make stuff up

Is that why

my future's so bright?

So strap in and go

the backyard rock show

When all city folk got southern

paint my face up with my brother

Uncle choked and started shaking

over whiskey, eggs and bacon

Is that why

our nights look so bright?

So strap in and go

Backyard rock show.