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Lyrics
Moses was a good man
(He was a very good man)
Made his way through the southland
(Yes he made his way)
A fearless southern gentleman
(Fearless southern gentleman)
Made his way by walking
(Yea, yea, making his way)
Shot a hundred men in the red brigade
(Shot them in a very good way)
In the blood red Appalachia
(In the blood red hills)
Drinking banjo-whiskey, drunk all day
(We want to get drunk all day)
And sixteen children family
(Oh baby)
Yes he did it his way
in to Carolina on a Georgia day
What can I do and what can I say?
You've got to deliver my pain.
Now a twenty-first century rock 'n' roll band
(Yea, yea, rock 'n' roll band)
And a wayward son and three good men
(We do all that we can)
Going to raise him up from the dirty land
(Raise him up from the dirty old land)
Somehow seemed like a good plan
(Yea, yea, very good plan)
Down the Tugaloo River and the Seneca Hills
all the way to Georgia and the hickory still
(Going to go to Georgia we want to drink)
Off Highway 63, I feel
(Yea, yea, think and feel)
If we can't find him, no one will
(Yea, yea, yea)
Yes he did it his way
into Carolina on a Georgia day
What can I do and what can I say?
You've got to deliver my pain
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