Text:
Before Today The Well Of Tradition

Riot and remember To take all that you can As you shake to the floor I'd give all to break your fall To the angels up there, I don't care And if I can

swings again Off the end of gravity Black out and fall You black out and you fall What do you do when the situation Has passed the point of words And in the well of tradition

ain't real and seriously, seriously How you get a record deal? A lot of rappers today, wonder should I ask Kane to write rhymes for me to say? Well

lot 'Cause I was country when country wasn't pop I remember 'He Stopped Loving Her Today' Back when radio would play George Jones You never hear Family Tradition

lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video? If there were no prisons, well, where would robbers go? And what

? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video? If there were no prisons, well, where would robbers

Southerner, But before you call me traitor, Well it's plain as just to say (?) I was a child in Mississippi but I'm ashamed of it today." She always

television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video? If there were no prisons, well, where

. Haig Brown. I never did fish in Vancouver. I probably never will. I don't care. I'm goin' fishin' with Bill. Well, it's a long and noble tradition,