Brightleaf + Burley

Our name's been on that mailbox The last 100 years We're the walking definition of blood, sweat and tears If you ask 'em who we are They'll tell you mean and surly We're the keepers of tradition That Brightleaf and Burley We get low down We get high as a kite Lord, I wish I may Lord, I wish I might Be singing this song When I hit the Pearly Gates Greetings from Tobacco Town, USA Greetings from Tobacco Town, USA I've been wandering these roads Since I was three years old Watching the men I thought were gods Turning green leafs into gold Now the fields, they all lay empty Curing barns are growing cold All the while another cash crop Just begging to be sold Yeah, we got the infrastructure Lord, know's we got the will But a solution to a problem Doesn't pay that problem's bills So they'll keep calling it illegal Keep pumping us with pills Tell Roosevelt what the Bible Belt Went and did to his New Deal Yeah, we get low down We get high as a kite Lord, I wish I may Lord, I wish I might Be singing this song When I hit the Pearly Gates Greetings from Tobacco Town, USA Greetings from Tobacco Town, USA Being paid for oil Coal and steel If the factory work ain't left yet Bet a dollar that it will We redefined resilience We'll make it somehow But if God was gonna to save us He'd have done it by now If your God was gonna to save us He'd have done it by now So we get low down We get high as a kite Lord,I wish I may Lord, I wish I might Be singing this song When I hit the Pearly Gates Greetings from Tobacco Town, USA Greetings from Tobacco Town, USA