Here's a song I wrote for my friend Chris Bear Civic.
It's a song called, Born in St. Woods.
I was born on the eastern side of the Mississippi River.
Days flew so wide.
I was sitting down, moved down south.
If there could I love, take me down to halls.
Left born in St. Louis.
Yeah, but I died in St. Louis, too.
I think that makes me want to leave this town.
The same thing as I want to stick around.
See, when you go out walking at night,
you gotta have a gun right by your side.
Fortunately, it's what I like people do.
I don't get only how the new kids were born in St. Louis.
What?
And I died in St. Louis, too.
I think that makes me want to leave this town.
The same old thing as I want to stick around.
I think that makes me want to stick around.
I think that makes me want to leave this town.
The same old thing as I want to stick around.
I think that makes me want to leave this town.
I think that makes me want to stick around.
I think that makes me want to leave this town.
I think that makes me want to stick around.
I think that makes me want to leave this town.
I think that makes me want to leave this town.
I think that makes me want to leave this town.
I think that makes me want to leave this town.
I think that makes me want to leave this town.
Thank you very much.
