Flyrock Blues - Ben Sollee, Daniel Martin Moore

The flyrock blues got me down

Got me down, got me down

Got me way down

People praying «Don't you land on me

Don’t you bust my house.

Just let me be

On my own ground»

Well, they got the law and most of the land

But they ain’t got us and where we stand

Let 'em hear you

'Cause they’re waiting for you to change your tune

Give up your claim, and do it real soon

Wanna push you out too

Yeah, people prayin' «Don't you land on me»

From the hills of Kentucky clear to Tennessee

And that’s a long way

And in West Virginia the water’s bad

And there just ain’t no peace to be had

And that’s the wrong way

Maybe you’re living far away;

There’s nothing under your ground for them to take

For them to latch on to

But if they ever find the black rock there

You’d better beware, or you’ll know

The flyrock blues too

The flyrock blues got me down

Got me down, got me down

Got me way down

People praying «Don't you land on me

Don’t you bust my house.

Just let me be

On my own ground»