His steppe is my prairie

The prairie Yankee does the dance of the redskin to the songs of the Yangtze and he doesn't even know it. My bluegrass fathers sing and dance like the Gaelics with the tools of the Senegalese that they took and never said "thank you". It wouldn't be so bad if they hadn't changed hands with a gun. It wouldn't be so sad if the old west were never won. And when we learn about trade, we really learn about swine, I could pick up that banjo and everything would be just fine.
Come on, Cringe, your skin is soiled 'cause your covered with sin. Fire, retire, and wipe your hands on your companies sheets. Cold, Gold, They built their fortunes on the weakest of stones. And no I don't feel, no I don't feel, OK, but only sometimes I feel guilt.
When Kubla Khan rode the railroad, he got off at every stop. When Jesus Joe lynched his neighbor that "borrowed music" never quit. So I'm gonna kick it once again, so you boys can get it through your heads. My guitar's stained with blood, from the head on up to the neck 'cause some things were never said. Yeah, some things were never said.Yeah some things were never said.