"Kinfolk" lyrics

Southall Lyrics

"Kinfolk"

Take me home to the bottom road
Where the gravel turns the weeds all grey
Turn me out where my kinfolks roam
When I lay me down that's where I'm gonna stay

'Round another corner over shady grove
See a yellow dog soaking up the shade
Give a big stretch then he rolls on over
When I lay me down that's how I wanna lay

Oh, buddy
It ain't about the money
It's getting where you fit until the bills are all paid
Here I come baby, I'll be home real soon
When I lay me down I'm gonna lay beside you

There's a whippoorwill whistling in the evening light
Gonna let it take me back through my days
Think of those I'm missing and of those I ain't
I ain't missing supper gonna head that way
Wake me up with the stars on high
See the sunshine start another day
Work a little job until my hands get tired
I'll be feeling better when they're holding my pay

Oh, buddy
It ain't about the money
It's doing what you do until your dues are all paid
Here I come baby, I'll be home real soon
When I lay me down I'm gonna lay beside you

Oh, buddy
Ain't it kinda funny?
It's more of what you know and less of what you say
Here I come baby, I'll be home real soon
When they lay me down that's where I'm gonna stay

When they lay me down that's where I'm gonna stay


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