Barn Burning - Those Poor Bastards

I had to come here

There was nowhere to go

They’re gonna follow

My boot tracks in the snow

The ice is falling

And it’s mixing with ash

Thirty people killed

With the strike of a match

Barn Burning

Barn Burning

Barn Burning

Barn Burning

Don’t ask me questions darling

There is no time

What I call justice

Well they call it a crime

I find no joy in this

Or anything else

They make me suffer

While they add up their wealth

Barn Burning

Barn Burning

Barn Burning

Barn Burning

You gotta help me darling

I’m feeling sick

Just smash my skull in

With the back of that brick

It won’t be easy

No, nor will it be hard

It’s just unnerving

Like the eye of a storm

Barn Burning

Barn Burning

Barn Burning

Barn Burning

Don’t even breathe my darling

Don’t make a sound

I see their flashlights poking

'Round and around

Look at that lynching mob

Their eyes sick with hope man!

Their greatest joy

Will be my neck in the rope

Barn Burning

Barn Burning

Barn Burning

Barn Burning