Swing Low

Do Good Assassins

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Being young was wasted in my youth
I got a job on a wrecking crew
Took the wages from my first pay
I got laid and I drank it all away

Years on in a tailspin world
I fell in love with a jailhouse girl
I cut her rails, I brought her the sun
I stood her bail but I couldn’t buy her love

Some men have all the luck
Some folks can’t help gettin’ fucked
Some people get thrown the book
By a crooked cop with a cold left-hook

You start out trying to make your way
Trying to live like the good books say
Pretty soon it’s a change of plan
Peeking through the drapes
Fingerin’ a loaded gun in your hand

And like the ash in my old tea cup
I’m burned down, I’m all used up
Swing low sweet chariot
Comin’ for to raise me up

And take me home

  1. Teenage Insurrection Ron Hawkins and the Do Good Assassins 2:28