The Waltz Lyrics

Hand me down blues, keep on kickin'
Hand me down rhythm, cut from dirty blood
Deep in that ground
Gotta keep running...keep moving on
Hand me down that ol' dirty-ass shovel
Hand me down black, dirty mud in the blood upon the brain
Gotta keep running...keep moving on
Hand me down roads keep the engine trippin'
Hand me down engine blocks cracked from blown-out gears in the box
Gotta keep running...keep moving on
Everybody tell me, man, just pull out back
Creep up slow, keep that thing running
Yeah, it takes time to chase your dreams
Better keep that thing strummin'

Sweet jibba jam is bamba lamba
That's the blood that bleeds drips, drowns down, crowns into sound
Gotta keep running...keep moving on
Get a hit of the butter roll black molasses Keep a grease feast beast, streaks, leaks down on the crease
Gotta keep running...keep moving on
Get the reaper creep and crawl on the crust
Diggin' wells deep down into veins of olive oil
Gotta keep running...keep moving on

All the people tell me, man, just pull out back
Creep up slow, keep that thing running
Yeah, it takes time to chase your dreams
Better keep that thing strummin'

Keep my axe jacks with back taxes
Keep my dizzy like Thin Lizzy, cold sweat running down the back of neck
Gotta keep running...keep moving on
Sometime juice keep me stepping hard with my roll
People stop and asked me, "Hey, what the hell—you sound like that?"
Gotta keep running...keep moving on

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