The Children of Coyote Woman
Romulus and Remus' hill
Lived at the top of Ouchita Bend
Momma died, they laid her down
And quickly took to squabbling
Oh, but this one's mine
If you take that, then you'll never be my brother
Oh, if you take mine
If you do that, then you'll never be my brother again
They get to thumping, and the house quaked
They call the lightning down from God's front gate
And all the neighbors had to move along
For fear they'd all get caught up in the wake
Of the titan gods
Good old boys and the oubliette of life
Southern county, oh, the titan gods
Good old boys and the oubliette of life
Southern county, oh, the titan gods
Good old boys and the oubliette of life
Southern county again
Romulus and Remus' hill
Fought all the way down the road through town
None could stop their evil brawl
Until they reached the county burial ground
And the lightning spoke
Living gods, just a silhouette
Face upon the mountain, and the thunder roared
St Michael's sword is just a hurricane being born
Being born In the valley, and the lightning spoke
Living gods, just a silhouette
Face upon the mountain, and the thunder roared
St Michael's sword is just a hurricane
Being born in the valley, again
A hurricane being born in the valley again
A hurricane being born in the valley again
Lived at the top of Ouchita Bend
Momma died, they laid her down
And quickly took to squabbling
Oh, but this one's mine
If you take that, then you'll never be my brother
Oh, if you take mine
If you do that, then you'll never be my brother again
They get to thumping, and the house quaked
They call the lightning down from God's front gate
And all the neighbors had to move along
For fear they'd all get caught up in the wake
Of the titan gods
Good old boys and the oubliette of life
Southern county, oh, the titan gods
Good old boys and the oubliette of life
Southern county, oh, the titan gods
Good old boys and the oubliette of life
Southern county again
Romulus and Remus' hill
Fought all the way down the road through town
None could stop their evil brawl
Until they reached the county burial ground
And the lightning spoke
Living gods, just a silhouette
Face upon the mountain, and the thunder roared
St Michael's sword is just a hurricane being born
Being born In the valley, and the lightning spoke
Living gods, just a silhouette
Face upon the mountain, and the thunder roared
St Michael's sword is just a hurricane
Being born in the valley, again
A hurricane being born in the valley again
A hurricane being born in the valley again
Credits
Writer(s): James Robert Staebler, Benjamin Mcleod, Charles Michael Parks, Allan Barret Van Cleave
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