Rifle Road
A man sits alone on his porch
Beside a road that leads nowhere
Counting the shots as they ring out
Smelling gunpowder in the air
A truck rolls by like a comet
Choking him with its dusty tail
Just another piece of garbage
Headed right for the garbage pail
Chorus:
And the white trash blows
Down the middle of Rifle Road
Past rusty old trailer parks
Where men in white robes
Shoot bottles off of fences
With the guns they love so
There’s heartbreak in the reports
From down on Rifle Road
It was quiet in the country
Until the militia moved in
Now everywhere there is hatred
Rebel flags and NRA pins
Bridge:
He was a strong man once
But that was a long time ago
Now he’s just another scrap of paper
Blowing down Rifle Road
Chorus:
And the white trash blows
Down the middle of Rifle Road
Past rusty old trailer parks
Where men in white robes
Shoot bottles off of fences
With the guns they love so
There’s heartbreak in the reports
From down on Rifle Road
Copyright Kent Newsome and Ronnie Jeffrey
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