Stand Your Ground

Alcohol barter skills is what I'm doing now to pay these bills No potters field or shallow grave It ain't money I'm tryin' to save Well never did I need another I was never good with others Always had to hold my cover Ryman gates still make me shudder You can get right up or lay back down That's the life in this southern town Well I don't care what's fallin round Well that's the life in this southern town So boy stand your ground I come from a stubborn blend Like a thorn to tear the skin That's aspartame and coffee grounds Is what I'm using to face these clowns I got a log I got some sod I sink my feet there in the clod To reach and grown out through my legs to touch the souls alive and dead Livin life on the edge of this town And I fall and I kiss the ground I ain't lost but I ain't found