One trial down in spanos county
Ladies always turn up to watch them fall
And the hands they bind you
They bind you like you want to be broken
But the land is comin, babe
Its coming up golden
Gold and silver streaks
When you hit them
You cant buy sand
In the gross land
Dont say what to make em feel
They got take it off my wrists
Jacob you move up my wrists
Jacob you move..when you move
You dont move! you dont moooove!!
Alright I want a cigarette
All those trials and things they try to do
While wondering over why were insane
Damn land ho(? ), wont you?
