The Weeks - Goodbye Winston Churchill lyrics

It's an old south It's a new union It's an eye for an eye And I'm still shooting I've seen cold roads, some paved with glory I'm too old for your bedtime story I've spent hot nights breath stained with whiskey Lost somewhere out in Mississippi No, I won't rest until my breaths are hollow And my spirit it will surely follow Don't fight 'em off lord if they're coming They're bound to break the walls and sneak in someday I could be weak, lord, scared and running But I will plant my feet right here and I shall stay