Dead Confederate Follow

(words and music by H. Morris)

It all fell apart, It came down hard
We covered our eyes and got hit with the shards
I couldn’t take hold of the big city way
It led me down halls, it led me astray
I needed my home, I needed my wife
I needed to dry my clothes of the big city life
Cause I can’t take the pace and I can’t take the speed
The one thing I’ve found, there’s nothing better than peace
That secret you see, It’ll die with me
That thing that you love, it’ll die with us.
Help this all pas, that’s all that I ask
Build it all back with a lumber that lasts
Dry in the walls make it taller than me
And hand me the keys and please leave quietly.
That secret you see, It’ll die with me
That thing that you love, it’ll die with us.