Lyrics Demun Jones – My Own
Text:
Upchurch:
Yeah I call them all my own
I call them my own
I call them my own
The kids in the trailer park, after dark
Underneath the streetlight shootin’ some basketball
Momma, daddy in the house smokin’ Marlboro reds
‘Til the damn nicotine shows up on the wall
Daddy lookin’ drunk as a skunk, stumblin’ some
Catchin’ a buzz, just fightin’ the fuzz, like what’s up
Some of these kids never seen love
So they search through the soundwaves in them fuckin’ iTunes buds
I got a couple neurotic skins in my town that I check on
Make sure that they been fed, got a pillow to rest on
Some money in their pocket and some wheels to get gone
You’re Big Brother Church I ain’t better than no one
I live by the Bible but also the gun
I was made in the south and I’m reppin’ the mud
These folks in my family don’t mess with them none
We bleedin’ the same except whiskey sent blood
Knee deep in muddy water fist full of red clay
Soul full of Dixieland and a voice in my place
These fields, these hills, these hollows, these folks
Yeah I call them all my own
I call them my own
I call them my own
I call them my own
Demun Jones:
Everybody wanted to move out
But little was it known that you’re heart stays home
Draw a plan in my roots I’ve grown
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for a moment, then I got my own
Now I’m on stage missin’ brick, block, and stone
I hope it was worth the miles
But it all makes sense when I see their little smiles
When I hear ’em brag about bein’ from JC
I wonder if I made a impact
Will they grow when they grown up, accumulate stuff
Will they realize the truth and give back
There can only be one spot on the map where you’re from
When the game stops workin’ and you still belong
You’re name means something forever in Jones County
And that’s the people I’m callin’ my own
Upchurch:
Knee deep in muddy water fist full of red clay
Soul full of Dixieland and a voice in my place
These fields, these hills, these hollows, these folks
Yeah I call them all my own
I call them my own
I call them my own
I call them my own
