Shootout in Saraland

You don't know that half of it

You don't know the lineage

The shades of gray that sit between the things

You think are black and white

It's outta sight outta mind

The law might state but the law man might look over

Where the pace of life is slower

Well plain as day ain't plain and simple

Ain't plain to see when it come to kinfolk

I'd rather be off bream bed fishing stead a

Racking shells and hell comes to getting

Killing time instead of the killing

Over land and last names of women

Take what you can it ain't what the giving Lord I ain't living right

But pray the lord my soul to keep and takeaway if I should die tonight

Well them boys way down in Dixie they don't pity no fool

They tend to go looking for trouble

And they don't play by the rules

There's been a shootout in Saraland

Adding fuel to the fire we gotta couple families

Feuding over fence post and wire

It's been a stirring and stewing

For a couple hundred years now

Post dates that civil war surrender at the Appomattox Court House

Couple of 'em ol' Johnny rebels had to come home to settle down

They fought on the same side at Shiloh but they're enemies now

And it goes on down and on down and on down it goes

They were born into something that'll getcha laid in a hole

And it goes on down and on down and on down the line

Got a bullet with your name on it it's just matter of time