stretcher that's for competition Not in my position they ain't got a pot to piss in You can call it dissin' they stay broke like it's tradition Fly over
[Traditional] He was just a blue-eyed boston boy His voice was low with pain I'll do your bidding commrad mine If i ride back again But if you ride back
Traditional If it hadn't been for cotton-eye joe I'd been married long time ago Where did you come from. where did you go? Where did you come from cotton
run mountain Traditional Went up on the mountain to fetch me a load of pine, put it in the wagon, I broke down behind. (Chorus:) Run mountain, chug
Once upon a time on this planet A sudden cry broke the peaceful silence As an old man stood on the edge of the world Staring with tired eyes into the
of your own mind These are the echoes of the dream time You only miss it when it's long gone I've been waking the dead I've been leaning on tradition
Crooked Jack (Traditional; arranged by Seven Nations) Come on Irishmen both young and old With adventure in your soul There are better ways to spend
hummers, tanks and all that Gon' see, that they mean shack in the end The world was my enemy, yes, who all was my friends On the strong delucious Unstoppable, followin' the tradition
make When life's a crime Our time has come For some do shun Communion In lost traditions a love worth giving We'll find a place Broken dreams a seething
When life's a crime Our time has come For some do shun Communion In lost traditions a love worth giving We'll find a place Broken dreams a seething
streets are filled with predators and broken hearts Shot down and left for dead, so victimless crime Those satellites are watching everything decline Words have been spoken, promises broken
this? It's in my gene pool. For permanent bliss It seems cool, only if you suffer from eternal ignorance Internal innocence rejects external filth. Hurdle the guilt My ancestors left. Dress with a traditional
some like a glove, They beat, they bruise, they hide their fears, They live this life of undried tears, (Chorus) Like dominos stacked in a line, A house tradition
out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags? If there were no hospitals, and no doctors too, If I'd broken both my legs, where would I run to? If
been paved by generations who have gone now to their rest. It's just remembrance of their dignity we Chorus: So come on rally round this brave and valiant cause with tradition
these negative comparisons It's a new breed of kids Brought together by a movement and a sense of tradition Only strong will survive And together our backs can never be broken
legs broke Six digit trickin? Coke and Henny mixin?, many listen Fuckin' give me mine, don't wanna see no penny missin' It's old tradition how we click
your traditions ran dry Dreams are broken on the boulevard Outside this house of blues By misery makers, undertakers Movers, shakers, liars, fakers Dreams are broken