The Waltz

[Verse 1]
Hand-me-down blues keep on kickin'
Hand-me-down rhythm cut from dirty blood down deep in that ground
Gotta keep on running
Keep moving on
Hand-me-down that ol' dirty-ass shovel
Hand-me-down black, dirty mud in the blood upon the brain
Gotta keep on running
Keep moving on
Hand-me-down road keep the engine trippin'
Hand-me-down engine block cracked from blown-out gears in the box
Gotta keep running
Keep moving on

[Chorus]
Everybody tell me, man, just pull out back
Creep up slow, keep that thing running
Well, baby, takes time to chase your dreams
Better keep that thing strummin'

[Verse 2]
Sweet jibba-jam is bamba lamba
And that's the blood that bleeds, drips, drowns down, crowns into sound
Gotta keep on running
Keep moving on
Get a hit of butter roll black molasses
And keep a grease feast beast, streaks, leaks down on the crease
Gotta keep on running
Keep moving on
Get the reaper creep and crawl the crust
Diggin' wells deep down into veins of olive oil
Gotta keep on running
Keep moving on

[Chorus]
All the people tell me now, just pull out back
Creep up slow, keep that thing running
Yeah, it takes time to chase your dreams
Better keep that thing strummin'

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]
Keep my axe jacks with back taxes
Keep my dizzy like Thin Lizzy, cold sweat running down the back of neck
Gotta keep on running
Keep moving on
Sometime juice keep me stepping hard
People stop and ask me, "Hey, what the hell? You sound like that?"
Gotta keep on running
Keep moving on