Скачать или смотреть Driftin' pt. I (Brother Bad Seed) original song

Here is an original song about two outlaw brothers.



Lyrics (sort of)

It's hard to say where it all began,
my '58 chevy and a bottle o' gin
Started 'bout the same as any other day,
if you go lookin' for trouble you'll find a devil to pay
I had a dark streak since the day I was born,
and every father in town had his daughters warned
'Well stay away girls them boys aint good'
So we hit the road when the law said we should
Well the town stood withered like a dyin' tree
Full of crooked law, whores and thieves
You could smell it in the air their sweet summer sins
Well we just pulled back them hammers and we rolled right in
Covered in black from fedoras to boots
and everyone who seen us was too scared to move
All them outlaws, and gangsters, and blood-suckin' bankers
They'd probably seen our pictures front page of the papers
Yeah we strolled down that street we were both packin' heat
Walked straight into Union Federal, and dropped 'em to their knees
With my Colt 1911 and a Tommy sub-machine
You can tell Dillinger he aint got shit on me
So for twenty-four years I've been headin' south
I blame my bad seed brother, and his unholy mouth
He shot a man down for a cock-eyed stare
and in the cold hard caleche, we buried him there
Look ma' I did the best that I could
but these two sons of yours we just aint no good
So light a candle, and say a prayer for us
'cause the noose is waitin' here in Texas
We're glidin' now through the subtle whisp,
the failing light of sands such as this,
which never again will settle at the feet,
of the mesquite thicket mansion, where forever we'll sleep