Tyler Childers - Long Violent History

It’s the worst that it’s been since the last time it happened It’s happening again right in front of our eyes There’s updated footage, wild speculation Tall tales and hearsay and absolute lies

Been passed off as factual, when actually the actual Causes they’re awkwardly blocking the way Keeping us all from enjoyin’ our evening Shoving its roots through the screens in our face

Now, what would you get if you heard my opinion Conjecturin’ on matters that I ain’t never dreamed In all my born days as a white boy from Hickman Based on the way that the world’s been to me?

It’s called me belligerent, it’s took me for ignorant But it ain’t never once made me scared just to be Could you imagine just constantly worryin’ Kickin’ and fightin’, beggin’ to breathe?

How many boys could they haul off this mountain Shoot full of holes, cuffed and layin’ in the streets ‘Til we come into town in a stark ravin’ anger Looking for answers and armed to the teeth?

Thirty-ought-sixes, Papaw’s old pistol How many, you reckon, would it be, four or five? Or would that be the start of a long, violent history Of tucking our tails as we try to abide?

Or would that be the start of a long, violent history Of tucking our tails as we try to abide?