Cogs can think.

A guiter. Shawn Mullins. Nothing more. Perfect harmony.

My name’s Billy Jo McKay,
I just turned 16 yesterday
I’m gonna get the nerve one day
To get outta here
My ma passed on 3 years ago, they said
It was cancer and it took her slow
And ever since then I’ve been
Sayin’ no to my daddy and my tears
Now when you come down our road
You gotta watch the bump
Right there across from
The garbage dump
You can find me out back
Jumpin’ on the trampoline
And in the springtime
We’ll be skippin’ school
We sneak off
To the Cantrell’s swimming pool
Man, you can’t get much cooler
Than me and my friend Darlene

Now my grandaddy’s hands are worn
From 50 years of growin’ corn
Back behind the house where
I was born before he had to sell
And my cousin Eddie,
He got shot in the Walmart parkin’ lot
Yeah this little town’s changed a lot,
He said it hurt like hell

My name’s Billy Jo McKay,
It’s a hot Mississippi summer saturday
Daddy’s on the front porch
With uncle Dave drinkin’ Dixie beer
16 years of being bored
My window’s open, forget the door
Hope there’s some gas in the
Old man’s Ford ‘cause I’m outta here
I’m outta here, I’m outta here
Maybe I’ll go down to Biloxi
Or maybe to New Orleans
Or maybe hotlanta

One of the many touching songs on “Soul’s Core”. What the fcuk are you doing here still? Get off of your white suburbian ass and buy that album.