Cookin’ Mid-County

I have done nothing but complain...
This music it is killing us
The devil of that'll do, let's B-B-Q...
Losing joy right outta my mouth...
These gods they are all robbing us
Event to event who will present the new song
Life bows its knee where you walk
Please bring the wow!!! back to the dead on skulls we'll tread
Dancing to the song o' songs
Let's turn up the heat prepare the meat and death we'll cheat
Cookin' Mid-County seats singin' tri-county songs sounding lifelong
Memories no longer rule me
I will not go if you don't go I'll still hang on
Don't hug shadows they all fade away
Fixin' our eyes on the unseen not what has been
Tis hard to explain now that I am of the Kingdom Come
The Father is fire I now make room to you
I never used to say until now where's this from...
Not the love that we are used to
Yokefellow I was insane all alone
Olde heads roll...roll up to me and say I can not
All that dances 'round myself
But now I'm local, right where I belong
And so now I do not need a thing
And I hear oh so much better now
I hear the campfire trumpets callin'
Blastin' w/a sound of triumph callin'
"By Itself! For Itself! To Itself!"

Thank you! Come on, let's pack it up! Come on, we gotta get outta here! Come on, let's go! Let's get outta here! Come on! Come on, let's pack it up! Lead me to the next county! Feed me to the next county! Come on, let's go! Come on, pack it up! We gotta get outta here! Let's go! Come on, pack it up! Let's go! Come on, let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

I'll be your horse
You be my carrots