State Park Ranger - Jum Lyrics

Where does it all come from
Broad crop holds my run
And hesitation reaps and lies, oh no

Have your own right
Have your own right
Have your own right
Have your own

Now if I perish through my calling
Will my mother be, will my mother be calling?

The preacher called he said he want em back
The preacher called he said he want em back
The preacher called he said he want em back
The preacher called he said he want em back

Gold keeps my hide
Oh no
It's a rough handle

Oh the preacher man, said he want em back
Oh the preacher man, said he want em back
Past true virtue (No rights, no more)
F*ck the truth (No rights, no more)
Under four saps (No rights, no more)
I got my own damn bag

Have your own rights
Have your own
Have your own rights