Plow Through The MysticI'm going staight to helland that's a well known factjust ask any hard shell and you'll be toldI am measured by the color of my skinand whether or not I can turn silver into goldit's a long way overit's a long way over nowleft esperanza with a stone in my bootmy manifesto way in the leadthat I might make it out with most of my lootat least a couple of things that I might needoh my faith in tactoh my faith in deliverypulling my plowpulling my plow through the mysticI am turning around old friendso let me make this clearit's not this life or this old town that set me outjust some of the peoplejust some of the peoplethat live around herethere's plenty of dirt here on my hands as you can seefrom draggin' this chain in a gunny sackI like to believe in being free there to believe that jesus died and he ain't coming backnot in the way you thoughtnot in the way that they taught younot with the things you boughtnot any way that you thought you knewmaybe I'm bound by my raising you saymaybe I'm just a willing foolI got my flashlight and my shovel and my takeand I am stubborn stubborn as a mulepulling my plowpulling my plow through the mysticMusic & Lyrics by Jeff Blackcopyright 2011 Lotos Nile Music