Trouble Coming

Someone's saying that something's coming from somewhere far away Can't see it just yet, but it could be here any day Looked up at a grey sky, knelt down to a barren land Felt the spirit from far away come to lead me by the hand Will you hold on when the trouble comes Will you get back down and shoot them guns Or will you run for cover, baby Will you make a stand when the trouble lands Would you take a life with your own hand Will you rise up from the underground And drive the man back down to town At the end of my street is a hurricane with a pitch fork in his hand Earthquake and a tidal wave and they're coming on to my land Jumped out my window and what do you think I see A cigarette with a petrol can and it's coming on close to me Will you hold on when the trouble comes Will you get back down and shoot them guns Or will you run for cover, baby Will you make a stand when the trouble lands Would you take a life with your own hand But if you want to cry And load the car and get back on that highway, baby Then trouble's coming your way Down in the bunker, living off tins with a shotgun by the door There's no more rich folks cause now everybody's poor There's no more credit, you're only worth what you bring You ain't getting anything, for your well cut diamond ring Will you hold on when the trouble comes Will you get back down and shoot them guns Or will you run for cover, baby Will you make a stand when the trouble lands Would you take a life with your own hand Or are you just another maybe Will you hold on when the trouble comes Will you get back down and shoot them guns Or will you run for cover, baby Will you make a stand when the trouble lands Would you take a life with your own hand Or are you just another maybe