Pony Bradshaw — The Long Man
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The high priest he wears no coat
In the land of a thousand throats
He lives off the village heat
Smoked trout and tobacco leaves
My kin they built them mounds
Before Desoto came to town
Before the civil war turned these fields
Into a blood-stained killing floor
Follow the confluence
Of the rivers soon to twain
Where the Coosa stakes its claim
Where the white man learned to take
Down there at Rome
Yeah, I've read bartram's accounts
That flower-hunting hound
D's hill-folk flesh the hides
Highland men uncivilized
The mountaineers cook the shine
Then run it down the line
Ask virgil for directions
He'll match you stride for stride
Follow the confluence
Of the rivers soon to twain
Where the Coosa stakes its claim
Where the white man learned to take
Down there at Rome
Foothills to flank the mountain
The long man will cue the fountain
Foothills to flank the mountain
The long man will cue the fountain
To send forth the fire
To send forth the fire
To send forth the fire
The high priest he wears no coat
In the land of a thousand throats
He lives off the village heat
Smoked trout and tobacco leaves
In the land of a thousand throats
He lives off the village heat
Smoked trout and tobacco leaves
My kin they built them mounds
Before Desoto came to town
Before the civil war turned these fields
Into a blood-stained killing floor
Follow the confluence
Of the rivers soon to twain
Where the Coosa stakes its claim
Where the white man learned to take
Down there at Rome
Yeah, I've read bartram's accounts
That flower-hunting hound
D's hill-folk flesh the hides
Highland men uncivilized
The mountaineers cook the shine
Then run it down the line
Ask virgil for directions
He'll match you stride for stride
Follow the confluence
Of the rivers soon to twain
Where the Coosa stakes its claim
Where the white man learned to take
Down there at Rome
Foothills to flank the mountain
The long man will cue the fountain
Foothills to flank the mountain
The long man will cue the fountain
To send forth the fire
To send forth the fire
To send forth the fire
The high priest he wears no coat
In the land of a thousand throats
He lives off the village heat
Smoked trout and tobacco leaves
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