morgan geer

It Happens all the Time

I used to sing My Country Tis Of Thee
Biting on fightin side of me
I’m a puppet on a string
In a world full of string
I hope they don’t haul you away
I hope that you have your day
I hope they don’t haul you away
It happens all the time
 
I used to trust that garden would not grow
The wildflower blooms where the hard wind blows
And it’s hard for me to understand
The blood on the hands of the working man
I hope they don’t haul you away
I hope that you have your say
I hope they don’t haul you away
It happens all the time
 
I don’t wanna take my life in my hands
Every time I have to talk to the man
It happens all the time
 
It’s your job, it’s my life
I go to jail, you go home to your wife
And try and kill the rest of the day
While I waste away
You better hope they don’t haul you away
You’re never gonna pray it away
I hope they don’t haul me away
It happens all the time
It happens all the time
It happens all the time
 
 

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