Indian City (feat. Northern Voice) - The Halluci Nation

I've got too much in front of me And not enough left behind I've got too much in front of me I didn't leave enough behind I can hear the devil whisper Paying no heed to what you said I can hear the devil whisper Staking no way to his grave And I'm all torn down With these northern blues Got my soul in want of Some post-mortem truth I keep rollin' on howling at the moon But I'm all torn down With these northern blues I have no understanding For standing outside of time Three hundred thousand hours Still I remain hungry for the lie The world is disappearing Little by little, day by day Three hundred thousand hours Still the weather it has not changed And I'm all torn down With these northern blues Got my soul in want Of Some post-mortem truth I keep rollin' on howling at the moon But I'm all torn down With these northern blues I'm all torn down With these northern blues I'm all torn down I keep rollin' on howling at the moon But I'm all torn down With these northern blues Northern blues

"Nutbush city limits" A church house gin house A school house out house On highway number nineteen The people keep the city clean They call it Nutbush oh nutbush Call it nutbush city limits Twenty-five was the speed limit Motorcycle not allowed in it You go to the store on friday You go to church on sunday They call it Nutbush oh nutbush Call it nutbush city limits You go to the fields on weekdays And have a picnic on labor day You go to town on saturday But go to the church ev'ry sunday They call it Nutbush oh nutbush Call it nutbush city limits No whiskey for sale You can't cop no bail Salt pork and molasses Is all you get in jail They call it Nutbush oh nutbush Call it nutbush city limits Little old town in tennessee That's called a quiet little old Community A one-horse town you have to Watch What you're puttin' down in old Nutbush They call it Nutbush oh nutbush Call it nutbush city