The Dead South

The Dead South - The Dead South/Nate Hilts/Scott Pringle/Danny Kenyon/Colton Crawford

Written by：The Dead South

Oh pass the rum on down line

It's getting pretty cold

It's been nine straight days of hell and burning

Fires in the snow

And I haven't seen my baby

Since that old black ship set sail

Still we're holding out 'till winter dies and

Hoping our strength

Prevails

The full moon peaks around

The clouds as the grey wolves cry

The hour's getting late and

We've drunk every bottle dry

Just one more march from dusk

'Till dawn 'till we finally arrive

At the gates of those

Who long ago burned our

Houses and took our lives

And we'll sing

We are the dead south who came across the sea

To take back our lives and leave this land of misery

Our will is our weapon

Our hearts forever bound

Come on now tilt your bottle

Back and let's go grab another round

The wind is at our back

The ground is shaking at our feet

Marching for the gates we pray

Our Lord my soul to keep

Every year we get ourselves of

From this mess all gone

Singing this song for years to say

I'm happy we survived

And we sing

We are the dead south who came across the sea

To take back our lives and leave this land of misery

Our will is our weapon

Our hearts forever bound

Come on now tilt your bottle

Back and let's go grab another round

Tilt your bottle

Back and let's go grab another round

We are the dead south who came across the sea

To take back our lives and leave this land of misery

Our will is our weapon

Our hearts forever bound

Come on now tilt your bottle

Back and let's go grab another round

We are the dead south who came across the sea

To take back our lives and leave this land of misery

Our will is our weapon

Our hearts forever bound

Come on now tilt your bottle

Back and let's go grab another round

Tilt your bottle

Back and let's go grab another round

Tilt your bottle

Back and let's go grab another round