Letra de Long Summer Day - Two Gallants
Letra de canci�n de Long Summer Day de Two Gallants lyrics
All i�ve ever known is poor.
Owe my skin to the country store.
Don�t own my walls, my roof, my door, and he tells me i�m free.
But why fight the will to live.
Hell might take but heaven gives, there�s only one so i�ll forgive.
No i ain�t one to grieve.
But the summer day makes a white man lazy.
He sits on his porch killing time.
I�ve got to work to feed my wife and baby.
I work so goddamn hard that it�s a crime.
Well i went down to the polling place but the white man there just laughed in my face.
Said, �boy this ain�t no nigger�s race.
You best get on your way.
�sir i believe i�ve got the right.�
He said, �you ain�t got nothin� if you ain�t white.
And i thought i said get out of sight.�
Well what was i to say.
The summer day makes a white man lazy.
When i was about the age of five, i watched my daddy burned alive.
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They cut him low and they hung him high, swaying in the breeze.
But the last words i heard him say before they stole his life that day was �forgive them lord, they�ve gone astray.
Please take me to my ease.�
The summer day makes a white man lazy.
Well i don�t know but i heard tell of a furnace below, a place called hell and who would catch me if i fell?
Who would pray for me?
But one thing i see for sure, its hot as hell up here i know and the devil lives right down the road.
It�s all the same to me.
�cause the summer day makes a white man lazy.
He sits on his porch killing time.
But the summer day makes a nigga� feel crazy.
Might make me do something out of line.
Well if you should see my wife tell her i won�t be home tonight, so don�t leave on the light.
I�ve got a little business down the road.
And if i�m dead by sunrise kiss my baby girl for me.
It ain�t life if it ain�t free.
I�ve got a mighty burden to unload.
Owe my skin to the country store.
Don�t own my walls, my roof, my door, and he tells me i�m free.
But why fight the will to live.
Hell might take but heaven gives, there�s only one so i�ll forgive.
No i ain�t one to grieve.
But the summer day makes a white man lazy.
He sits on his porch killing time.
I�ve got to work to feed my wife and baby.
I work so goddamn hard that it�s a crime.
Well i went down to the polling place but the white man there just laughed in my face.
Said, �boy this ain�t no nigger�s race.
You best get on your way.
�sir i believe i�ve got the right.�
He said, �you ain�t got nothin� if you ain�t white.
And i thought i said get out of sight.�
Well what was i to say.
The summer day makes a white man lazy.
When i was about the age of five, i watched my daddy burned alive.
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/long-summer-day-two-gallants.php
They cut him low and they hung him high, swaying in the breeze.
But the last words i heard him say before they stole his life that day was �forgive them lord, they�ve gone astray.
Please take me to my ease.�
The summer day makes a white man lazy.
Well i don�t know but i heard tell of a furnace below, a place called hell and who would catch me if i fell?
Who would pray for me?
But one thing i see for sure, its hot as hell up here i know and the devil lives right down the road.
It�s all the same to me.
�cause the summer day makes a white man lazy.
He sits on his porch killing time.
But the summer day makes a nigga� feel crazy.
Might make me do something out of line.
Well if you should see my wife tell her i won�t be home tonight, so don�t leave on the light.
I�ve got a little business down the road.
And if i�m dead by sunrise kiss my baby girl for me.
It ain�t life if it ain�t free.
I�ve got a mighty burden to unload.
