TrabS - Momma's Guitar (dark country, swamp rock) Lyrics

(woooooooooooo)
(uuh, uuh, uuh)
(uuh, uuh, uuh)
Dirt road memories, blood stained hands
(Whispering low through forgotten lands)
Our secrets buried in these lands
Artifact whispering what no one understands
(Sings like our plans)
(uuuh, uuuh, uuuh)
(uuuh, uuuh, uuuh)
This here's our ticket, brother mine
(Take your time)
Momma's old six-string, our lifeline
(Better keep it pristine!)
These crawlers dancing down each string
Turning our sins to something that can sing
(That just sum' silly thing)
(huu)
(huu)
(huu)
(huu)
(huu)
Learned how to survive, hard and mean
(Carved our path, wasn't unforseen)
Ain't nothing clean about what we've seen
But music might wash out our darkest dream
(If you know what I mean)
This here's our ticket, brother mine
(Take your time)
Momma's old six-string, our lifeline
(Better keep it pristine!)
These crawlers dancing down each string
Turning our sins to something that can sing
(That just sum' silly thing)
(huu)
(huu)
(huu)
(huu)
Strange sounds brewing, wild and raw
Bugs dancing to some primordial law
Creating music beyond nature's draw
A symphony born from what we saw (oh hm)
(huu)
One last play to change our stars
(We'll be kings)
We'll end approach dawn
But instead heal these broken bones