Life is but a dream, Psilocybin in the spring
Made the foggy water roll
The Book of Revelation sing
Had a dream that I was eight years older
Buryin' the dog with my eight-year-old
We were looking for arrowheads
where the creeks meet
Blue skies on a nice day
He said "Look, daddy, it's a bald eagle"
I said, "Naw, buddy, that's an Osprey"
Your momma's callin', I bet supper's ready
Probably oughta start turning around
What'd I just get finished telling you, boy?
Keep that barrel pointed at the ground
Make sure nothing's in it
Go hop in the truck, I'll be there in a minute

Baby, give me liberty or give me death
Forty hours and a day of rest
Autumn leaves on these county roads
Grab a hand, y'all, bow your heads
A bunch of kids, little fertile ground
Raise 'em up right, pass it down
Fences keep the cattle in
But they can't hold the souls of men
Fences keep the cattle in
But they can't hold the souls of men

Swing by the market, we call it the mall
Chair on the porch, plow on the wall
Neighbors cashin' out, sellin' the farm
Fadin' like a flag on a barn
Old church, holy ground
Tore us up when they tore it down
Some days sittin' up here on this ridge
I can see the whole town
County paved over Riverchase
First time I ever kissed her face
Thank God she's still by my side
Been a long year and hot July, goodness
Yeah, I guess I always knew I'd end up in this
Sleepy little town

Give me liberty or give me death
Forty hours and a day of rest
Autumn leaves on these county roads
Grab a hand, y'all, bow your heads
A bunch of kids, little fertile ground
Raise 'em up right, pass it down
Fences keep the cattle in
But they can't hold the souls of men
Fences keep the cattle in
But they can't hold the souls of men

The souls of men
Who fought and died if they rise again
And they come for us, wrong or right
In God we trust
At dawn, we'll ride

Give me liberty or give me death
Forty hours and a day of rest
Autumn leaves on these county roads
Grab a hand, y'all, bow your heads
A bunch of kids, little fertile ground
Raise 'em up right, pass it down
Fences keep the cattle in
But they can't hold the souls of men
Fences keep the cattle in
But they can't hold the souls of men

Yeah, fences keep the cattle in
But they can't hold the souls of men
The souls of men
The souls of men