BUSCA

Saw a red tailed hawk eatin' road kill

Said "Man, what happened to your dignity?"

He said "Subdivisions have taken my home

And there's no more pray to eat."

I said, "Where we gonna live?"

He said "Anywhere you want to, i guess

All you creature walkin' upright 'Round here

Well you've really made a mess."



[Chorus:]

I wish we both could fly back home

To the green fields of our youth

Where friends and family set the tone

With the hardcore language of the truth

I know times bent on destruction

The past is over every day

I wish we both could fly back home

But we can't, so i guess i'll just fly away



An owl swooped down

As i was drivin' my pickup through the creek

He said, "i was only tryin' to scare ya

But instead you scared the hell right out of me."

With three hundred forty-Five houses

A locking differential and four-wheel drive

I guess you were livin' large there, country boy

I was just tryin' to survive



[Chorus:]

I wish we both could fly back home

To the green fields of our youth

Where friends and family set the tone

With the hardcore language of the truth

I know times bent on destruction

The past is over every day

I wish we both could fly back home

But we can't, so i guess i'll just fly away



There was a rattlesnake up on the road

I ran him over and over 'Til he died

Then his ghost rose up

And curled around this fear i hold inside

He flew on off to heaven

As i sat there in my instrument of death

I had to think what i was doin'

I had to think just to draw another breath



[Chorus:]

I wish we both could fly back home

To the green fields of our youth

Where friends and family set the tone

With the hardcore language of the truth

I know times bent on destruction

The past is over every day

I wish we both could fly back home

But we can't, so i guess i'll just fly away



[Chorus:]

I wish we both could fly back home

To the green fields of our youth

Where friends and family set the tone

With the hardcore language of the truth

I know times bent on destruction

The past is over every day

I wish we both could fly back home

But we can't, so i guess i'll just fly away

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