BUYING UP THE BAYOU

Well, he kicked me in the ass and I never felt so low
He kicked me like a tin can rollin’ down the road
A fool will always find a bigger fool to follow him
My friend, my friend, my friend
When both of us were kids it was the land of milk and honey
It ain’t like that no more, but we’re always spendin’ money
Treat me like a joke and I’ll leave you like it’s funny
My friend, my friend, my friend. Oh no!

Land of the free, so why’d you sell it?
Home of the brave, why’d didn’t you keep it?
Land of make believe, so why’d you do it?
Son of a gun, they’re buying up the bayou
They knew me so well, so why’d you sell it?
‘Cause I was their friend, why’d didn’t you keep it?
Now they’ve got it all, so why’d you do it?
Son of a gun, they’re buying up the bayou

The rich man’s joke, you can bet it’s always funny
Even when he drops the ball, it’s always on the money
It may be freezing cold, but for him it’s warm and sunny
My friend, my friend, my friend
Money doesn’t talk, but it sure knows where to go
When it comes to politicians who could use some self-control
As for me and the bayou, it’s all been bought and sold by my friends
My friends, my friends, my friends. Oh no!

Let’s all protect the rich, that’s sounds a little fishy
Till you think what they have done, then your eyes start getting’ misty
Don’t let on you’re poor, they’ll think that you’re a sissy
My friends, my friends, my friends
When both of us were kids it was the land of milk and honey
It ain’t like that no more, but we’re always spendin’ money
Treat me like a joke and I’ll leave you like it’s funny
My friend, my friend, my friend. Oh no!

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BUYING UP THE BAYOU