Lyin’ Low (Live From The Church)

It's been a few years now since I've felt an urge to roam
I've been livin' up the holler watchin' the children grow
I'm doin' just fine keepin' my mind, a daughter ain't a worry of mine
I'm like a bull to the slaughter, a fish out of water
Every time I leave the wood line

I'm lyin' low, I'm lyin' low
On the north side of the mountain, reapin' what I sow
I'm lyin' low, I'm lyin' low
In a better way than my daddy minin' thirty inch coal
I'm lyin' low

If I keep runnin' with the masses, I'll find myself in an early casket
If there's water in the well, don't go doin' somethin' drastic
There's fruit on my vine so bring on the wine, I got so little time
I'll take what I got, save a few shots to drive out on the decline

I'm lyin' low, I'm lyin' low
On the north side of the mountain, reapin' what I sow
I'm lyin' low, I'm lyin' low
In a better way than my daddy minin' thirty inch coal
I'm lyin' low

I'm lyin' low, I'm lyin' low
On the north side of the mountain where my ginseng grows
I'm lyin' low, I'm lyin' low
In a better way than my daddy minin' thirty inch coal
I'm lyin' low



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Wesley Godwin
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