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Poetry: Values: Song Lyrics of the Working Poor
Two songwriters from and singing to the working poor before the 2016 election. They were singing, but no one was listening.
Colter Wall:
"Living On The Sand"
Leave them lights as they are
And keep your clothes on, I've had
More than my fill
Of whiskey and women
And good-hearted villains, but there's a
Wickedness in me still
Keep that gun locked away
Locked away boy
Well you know you're an angry young man
Going in town with six rounds
You're sure to be hell bound
That house you've got is built on the sand
I've been living on the sand
Don't take much to guide my hand
Far from promised land
On the sand
Don't look twice, look twice at that bottle
You'll claim that Jesus turned the water to wine
You'll be wishing that wine you were drinking was water
When you're jumping the bridge in the night
Forgive me, forgive me
Don't it sound more clear when I'm
Screaming day after day
I've lost all my patience
I'm wasted on waiting on
Making my next mistake
I've been living on the sand
Don't take much to guide my hand
Far from promised land
On the sand
I've been living on the sand
Don't take much to guide my hand
Far from promise land
On the sand.
From the Whiskey Myers Lyrics
"Trailer We Call Home"
Two young kids and diamond ring
Little white church south of Palestine
Baby bump and pretty bouquet
Yeah, I went to work the very next day
Punching that clock working that line
Double shifts and over time
My hands are numb and body's sore
Getting by and wanting more
So many dreams that I ain't showing
So many lives that I can't live
Oh, the years just keep on rolling
And I wish I had so much more to give
Yeah, times get tough but love is strong
Here in this trailer that we call home
She got one on her hip and one on the way
Grocery list and bills to pay
Momma by day and school at night
I tried so hard to get it right
I got dreams. What can I say?
Sometimes life gets in the way
Well, getting by and wanting more
Baby, there ain't no shame in being poor
Yeah, times get tough but love is strong
Here in this trailer that we call home
Yeah, times get tough but we carry on
Here in this trailer that we call home
Here in this trailer that we call home
Here in this trailer that we call home.
Who would these people vote for in 2016? The status quo (establishment) or would they vote for a change, take a chance.
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By #AncientTexanTwo songwriters from and singing to the working poor before the 2016 election. They were singing, but no one was listening.
Colter Wall:
"Living On The Sand"
Leave them lights as they are
And keep your clothes on, I've had
More than my fill
Of whiskey and women
And good-hearted villains, but there's a
Wickedness in me still
Keep that gun locked away
Locked away boy
Well you know you're an angry young man
Going in town with six rounds
You're sure to be hell bound
That house you've got is built on the sand
I've been living on the sand
Don't take much to guide my hand
Far from promised land
On the sand
Don't look twice, look twice at that bottle
You'll claim that Jesus turned the water to wine
You'll be wishing that wine you were drinking was water
When you're jumping the bridge in the night
Forgive me, forgive me
Don't it sound more clear when I'm
Screaming day after day
I've lost all my patience
I'm wasted on waiting on
Making my next mistake
I've been living on the sand
Don't take much to guide my hand
Far from promised land
On the sand
I've been living on the sand
Don't take much to guide my hand
Far from promise land
On the sand.
From the Whiskey Myers Lyrics
"Trailer We Call Home"
Two young kids and diamond ring
Little white church south of Palestine
Baby bump and pretty bouquet
Yeah, I went to work the very next day
Punching that clock working that line
Double shifts and over time
My hands are numb and body's sore
Getting by and wanting more
So many dreams that I ain't showing
So many lives that I can't live
Oh, the years just keep on rolling
And I wish I had so much more to give
Yeah, times get tough but love is strong
Here in this trailer that we call home
She got one on her hip and one on the way
Grocery list and bills to pay
Momma by day and school at night
I tried so hard to get it right
I got dreams. What can I say?
Sometimes life gets in the way
Well, getting by and wanting more
Baby, there ain't no shame in being poor
Yeah, times get tough but love is strong
Here in this trailer that we call home
Yeah, times get tough but we carry on
Here in this trailer that we call home
Here in this trailer that we call home
Here in this trailer that we call home.
Who would these people vote for in 2016? The status quo (establishment) or would they vote for a change, take a chance.