....13 granda year in the meadowlandsbored and rural-poor, lord,
at 35, right? I'm the best 17 year old everworked these
sandsI won't go back again quitter quitter one boy bitter -
rough luckman to man hand to hand fight 40we're losing
sand!a wrens' ditch battle plan record after record black
and deckered tack! tack!definition: hell and high waterfatty
come a courtin' lord the money!everyone choose sidesthe
whole to-do of what to do for moneypoorer or not this year and
hell's the differencelet's talk plans and luck said,
'double damnedwere you give women worth winning or what?a
wasted share of shots at high-tide heaven'greener grasses
fade from where you wind upeveryone choose sidesI'm back!
I'm back! So sing to raise the blind upI've walked
away from more than you imagine and I sleep just finewe fought
and brought up more - the shovels high upon the 10-ton line
Send "Everyone Choose Sides" Ringtone to your Cell 
