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The Downward Road
Jake Blount
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Now look at our old wicked fathers
Thought they were doin' mighty well
But when they come to find out
They done made up a bed in Hell
Now the downward road is
Crowded, crowded, crowded
Crowded, Lord, believe it's so
Crowded, crowded, crowded
Crowded, Lord, believe it's so
Gather 'round, gather 'round
Lo, I've seen what the trickster hid
Hear the sound of a king tryna get it
The water rising, surrounding everybody that's in it
And little Silas wanna comะต home
All he got is a cot that he drum on
Wholะต family poor, he was taught not to run from it
When you come from it (when you come from it)
And the king ain't never alone
A feeling Silas thought that he never would know
The king mean, said he homegrown
That his upbringing showed him it all, it's nothing he don't know
The water rose, but he a old soul
He feel like he seen everything (I've seen everything)
He been outside like a evergreen
As for Silas, he just want a chance
The king got the means to, but he don't wanna ask
Silas got older and took over, the same king in the story
Still running from his past
Now look at my old grasping ruler
Thought he was doin' mighty well
But when he come to find out
He done made up a bed in Hell
Well, the downward road is
Crowded, crowded, crowded
Crowded, Lord, believe it's so
Crowded, crowded, crowded
Crowded, Lord, believe it's so
Gather round, gather round
Lo, I've seen what the trickster hid
In a town where a means to a end would amount to a piece of the pie
Joe and Louie like peas in a pod, they wanna even the odds
They heard about the water rising
Made a plan to take advantage, had to enterprise it
Saw an opportunity, Louie was set, as soon as Joey said, "It's a bet"
We can sell a boat, and can sell a boatload more for sure
If we never settle the debt, lo and behold and nevertheless, the water rose
Probably shoulda known the quickest thing that would sink
The irony is, is probably a pot of gold
By the end the means made the man, the sin, the pain
When it's too late to do what you can
Ain't no making amends, the king know
He bought one of them boats, too, the king know
Now look at us, my wicked brothers
We think we're doing mighty well
But when we come to find out
We done made up a bed in
Children, the downward road is
Crowded, crowded, crowded
Crowded, Lord, believe it's so
Crowded, crowded, crowded
Crowded, Lord, believe it's so
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Crowded, crowded, crowded
Crowded, Lord, believe it's so
Crowded, crowded, crowded
Crowded, Lord, believe it's so
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