I don't know
Anyone outside this fenced in yard
But anyway
I do
Feel there's something new.
I'll take the back roads.
Tell my cousin i'm comin through.
Doesn't anyone
Want to?
You feel it too
Don't you?
Stored in your bones is the feeling
You won't
Survive here
And for 5 centuries
You would have been right to flee this town before Sundown
It happens to anyone brown as a backwood and proud like we were last sunday.
Hear the voice
Say
Run away.
I don't show
But I got this feeling Somethings coming To take
It all away
Recount my money
No way
I'm gonna let y'all
Do me like my daddy That Georgia May
Had me running
For days
Had me searchin
For a way.
Stored in your bones Is the feeling
You don't
Belong here.