Shootout in Saraland

You don't know that half of it You don't know the lineage The shades of gray that sit between the things You think are black and white It's outta sight outta mind The law might state but the law man might look over Where the pace of life is slower Well plain as day ain't plain and simple Ain't plain to see when it come to kinfolk I'd rather be off bream bed fishing stead a Racking shells and hell comes to getting Killing time instead of the killing Over land and last names of women Take what you can it ain't what the giving Lord I ain't living right But pray the lord my soul to keep and takeaway if I should die tonight Well them boys way down in Dixie they don't pity no fool They tend to go looking for trouble And they don't play by the rules There's been a shootout in Saraland Adding fuel to the fire we gotta couple families Feuding over fence post and wire It's been a stirring and stewing For a couple hundred years now Post dates that civil war surrender at the Appomattox Court House Couple of 'em ol' Johnny rebels had to come home to settle down They fought on the same side at Shiloh but they're enemies now And it goes on down and on down and on down it goes They were born into something that'll getcha laid in a hole And it goes on down and on down and on down the line Got a bullet with your name on it it's just matter of time