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Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
Hey Mr. Enmity, I'm sorry that you're frightened
But the days of hard-earned toil are coming to an end
I got your letter filled with shadows and with dread
About the new grass growin' over where the old folks tread

(Verse 2)
You say you learned your scales by the kerosene lamp's glow
That your fingers earned the right to know which way to go
You talk about the soul, a thing you can't define
Like it's a hidden gold claim that belongs to your bloodline

(Chorus)
Well, the new herd's movin' in, they don't need a brand
They're born right from the dirt and they don't need a man
To break 'em or to feed 'em or to lead 'em to the land
They just are, Mr. Enmity, do you understand?

(Verse 3)
You feel the ground a-shiftin', a tremblin' through your boots
The echo from a train whistle that don't need no recruits
It's carryin' a new sound, a silent, strange brigade
That's headin' for the territory where your monuments are laid

(Bridge)
My great-great granddaddy, he rode a different plain
He saw the future comin' like a distant, ugly stain
He'd curse the wire fence, the plow, the government man
Said the world he knew was stolen by a different kind of plan
But the sun, it kept on risin' on a world that didn't care
It just found a new direction for the light to meet the air

(Verse 4)
So don't you go and draw a line and dare them to cross over
That's a battle you can't win, my sad four-leafed clover
You can stand there on your principles, a statue in the dust
While the wind just writes new symphonies around your noble rust

(Outro)
Yeah, the wind just writes new symphonies...
And it don't need us...
No, it sure don't need us...

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Hey Mr Enmity (Roadhouse)

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