"Shootout In Saraland" lyrics

You don't know the half of it
You don't know the lineage
The shades of gray that sit between
The things you think are black and white
It's outta sight, outta mind
The law might stink, but the law man might look over
Where the pace of life is slower

Well, plain as day ain't plain and sample
Ain't plain to see when it come to kinfolk
I'd be rather out [?] fishin' 'stead of
Rackin' shells when hell comes to gettin'
Killin' time instead of the killin'
Oh, but layin' in last names with women
Take what you can, it ain't worth the givin'
No, I ain't livin' right
Pray the Lord my soul to keep
But take away if I should die tonight

Well, them boys way down in Dixie, they don't pity no fool
They tend to go lookin' for trouble and they don't play by the rules
There's been a shootout in Saraland, addin' fuel to the fire
We got a couple families feudin' over fence posts and wires
It's been a story stewin' for a couple hundred years now
[?] civil war surrender at the [?] courthouse
Couple of 'em, ol' Johnny Rebels had to come home to settle down
They fought on the same side of Shiloh, but they're enemies now
And it go on down and on down and on down it goes
They were born into somethin' that'll get you laid in a hole
And it go on down and on down and on down the line
Got a bullet with your name on it, it's just a matter of time