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If It's Taxed, It Ain't Shine
Kyle Ray
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Deep in Appalachia, a boy is taught to live
By his people who have fought, coal and poverty with lead
Poverty with lead
They say, "Son, lesson one is Fuck Uncle Sam
Politicians give false promises, never money or damn"
Never a damn
Hold your ground, God'll keep you sane
Know the sound, before the trumpets start to play
As you leave this place behind
Keep in mind
If it's taxed, it ain't shine
Some odd years later, the hills are still alive
And the boy has grown to be a man with conviction in his eyes
Conviction in his eyes
He looks around and sees, heroin, pills and thieves
Left behind by Sacklers, who knew addiction would make them green
It made them green
Hold your ground, God'll keep you sane
Know the sound, before the trumpets start to play
As you leave this place behind
Keep in mind,
If it's taxed, it ain't shine
He hears the city callin' his name
A chance to find his fortune and fame
As he makes his way past state lines
He hears his kin's words come from behind
Hold your ground, God'll keep you sane
Know the sound, before the trumpets start to play
As you leave this place behind
Keep in mind, if it's taxed, it ain't shine
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