Romulus and Remus Hill
Lived at the top of Ouachita Bend
When momma died they laid her down
And quickly took to squabblin'
Lived at the top of Ouachita Bend
When momma died they laid her down
And quickly took to squabblin'
Over this one's mine
If you take that then you'll never be my brother
Oh if you take mine
If you do that then you'll never be my brother again
If you take that then you'll never be my brother
Oh if you take mine
If you do that then you'll never be my brother again
They'd get to thumpin' and the house would quake
They'd call the lightning down from god's front gate
And all the neighbors had to move along
For fear they'd all get caught up in the wake
They'd call the lightning down from god's front gate
And all the neighbors had to move along
For fear they'd all get caught up in the wake
Of the titan goddess
And her good old boys in the oubliette of life in a southern county
Oh the titan goddess
And her good old boys in the oubliette of life in a southern county
Oh the titan goddess
And her good old boys in the oubliette of life in a southern county again
And her good old boys in the oubliette of life in a southern county
Oh the titan goddess
And her good old boys in the oubliette of life in a southern county
Oh the titan goddess
And her good old boys in the oubliette of life in a southern county again
Romulus and Remus Hill
Fought all the way down the road through town
None could stop their evil brawl
Until they reached the county burial ground
Fought all the way down the road through town
None could stop their evil brawl
Until they reached the county burial ground
Then the lightning spoke:
"The living god is just a silhouette of a face upon the mountain"
And the thunder roared:
"St Michael's sword was just a hurricane being born in the valley"
And the lightning spoke:
"The living god is just a silhouette of a face upon the mountain"
And the thunder roared:
"St Michael's sword was just a hurricane being born in the valley again"
"The living god is just a silhouette of a face upon the mountain"
And the thunder roared:
"St Michael's sword was just a hurricane being born in the valley"
And the lightning spoke:
"The living god is just a silhouette of a face upon the mountain"
And the thunder roared:
"St Michael's sword was just a hurricane being born in the valley again"
A hurricane being born in the valley again
A hurricane being born in the valley again
A hurricane being born in the valley again
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