Brightleaf + Burley - American Aquarium

Our name’s been on that mailbox

The last 100 years

We’re the walking definition

Of blood, sweat and tears

You ask them who we are

They’ll tell you mean and surly

We’re the keepers of tradition

That Brightleaf and Burley

We get low down

We get high as a kite

Lord I wish I may

Lord I wish I might

Be singing this song

When I hit the pearly gates

Greetings from Tobacco Town, USA

Greetings from Tobacco Town, USA

I’ve been wandering these roads

Since I was 3 years old

Watching the men I thought were gods

Turning green leafs into gold

Now the fields they all lay empty

Curing barns are growing cold

All the while another cash crop

Just begging to be sold

Yeah, we got the infrastructure

Lord know’s we got the will

But a solution to a problem

Doesn’t pay that problem’s bills

So they’ll keep calling it illegal

Keep pumping us with pills

Tell Roosevelt what the Bible Belt

Went and did to his New Deal

We could pay for oil

Coal and steel

If the factory work ain’t left yet

Bet a dollar that it will

We redefined resilience

We’ll make it somehow

But if God was going to save us, he’d have done it by now

If your god was going to save us, he’d have done it by now