Theres no need to label every cotton pickin thing
Run and get the rifle is coming up lame
Some call it money some call it crime
The kids are all fed this land here is mine
Chorus
Weve been pushing luck
somethings bound to give
The gig is up
tell me how we gonna live

between me and you ive done nothing wrong
broke a law broke down same as this song
find a man that didnt know anymore than me
about how to please god or the way to be free

chorus

there aint no difference as far as i can see
as some of them folks out hussling me
they have uniforms I have laws
bullet proof vest under overalls

chorus

suns coming up i got a dog in my face
man on the leash says this is his place
funny bout the money they took from you and me
the're paying these fools to put us on our knees