Yankee Fella from EPinephrine by Yankee Fella

We was raised up good, we was raised up right
In the bible days, we were shown the light
Of a healthy glow, on a humid night
In a swampy land, creatures ran to hide
Star filter gaze, sang on high to praise
Gave new meaning to, what it was to fly
Cocaine blitzed their brains, on a circuit ride
The revival tours, old enough to try

And now that we are left with this blood on our hands
There’s no amount of water to make amends
Now that we are left out here on our own
There’s no more feet to beat a pathway home

So what did you do to avoid collapse?
You picked up and moved, your whole family to
To another state where you could start anew
Greener pastures where townsfolk wave to you
But it turned out all wrong, as resentment grew
Who once was your wife, became a stranger to you
As your failures glared, surely blinding you
Your eyes couldn’t adjust to the damaged view

And now that we are left with this blood on our hands
There’s no amount of water to make amends
Now that we are left out here on our own
There’s no more feet to beat a pathway home

So I will raise you good, I will raise you right
Free of bible days, you’ll find your own light

• Acoustic
• chemo
• dumb
• indie folk
• reverb
• singer-songwriter
• Pittsburgh