Drink the Fire

Chorus

Hang me a beer in the window and pour me a candle that
Won't be burning low.
I drink the fire of an anger that has broken every angle that
The Lord wants me to go.
I've travelled south in the summer heat, north against the winter wind,
West when the gold was gone.
Hang me a beer in the window and pour me a candle that
Won't be burning low.

Verse 1

They tell me, Don't you bother goin' down
To do the job your father did.
That job of hauling wood and driving nails.
Has been given to a brown-skinned kid.
I'm fine with sharing in the wealth we've had.
With men that came to work all day.
But don't come sneaking in at my back door,
Expecting me to give the house away.

[Repeat Chorus]

Verse 2

They say the Kiowa's an angry people
That makes me one-sixteenth angry, too.
Don't talk to about me paying for your slavery,
Free range and buffalo would be my due.
And every mother's son has got a story
�Bout their father's father's father's trail.
Some people came and made this land a paradise
But gettin' here they drove through hell.

[Repeat Chorus]

Verse 3

Yeah, I was raised a Southern-culture racist,
That was just what I was born into.
You think we're blinded, hiding in a hole,
Never questioning our fathers' rules.
But if you think that Doctor King and all the others
Never made a change in me,
You just keep pushing your agenda,
Until you'll see how far the tide will swing.

Chorus

Hang me a beer in the window and pour me a candle that
Won't be burning low.
I drink the fire of an anger that has broken every angle that
The Lord wants me to go.
I've travelled south in the summer heat, north against the winter wind,
West when the gold was gone.
Hang me a beer in the window and pour me a candle that
Won't be burning low.

[Repeat Chorus]

Tag

Hang me a beer in the window and pour me a candle that
Won't be burning low.
I drink the fire of an anger that has broken every angle that
The Lord wants me to go.
Hang me a beer in the window and pour me a candle that
Won't be burning low.
I drink the fire of an anger that has broken every angle that
The Lord wants me to go.
Hang me a beer in the window and pour me a candle that
Won't be burning low.

Copyright (First draft-Words and Music)
July-2009 Jeffrey Brent Clifton

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