Theres a Pot a Brewin

Theres a Pot a Brewin-The Little Ones
Olmorning crimson dawn
Theres a creek now on the floor
Do the paupers sleep tonight
Do the children read or write
Theres a pot a brewin
A beat-up cup for fillin
Now the paper is saying
That are polls are shifting
Our trains ahead
And its patrons have been so mislead
Judges play gypsy roles
Cherry pickinwhile the
Gentleman falls Oh Oh
Aching prophets scurry south
Tangled up in all their vows
They can hear us from the street
Its a shame we cant retreat
You see the road is seasoned
With the bows of treason
Painted wagons are gleamin
While the dust is settling
Our trains ahead
And its patrons have been so mislead
Judges play gypsy roles
Cherry pickinwhile the
Gentleman falls Oh Oh
Our trains ahead
And its patrons have been so mislead
Judges play gypsy roles
Cherry pickinwhile the
Gentleman falls Oh Oh
Theres a pot a brewin
Theres a pot a brewin
Theres a pot a brewin
Theres a pot a brewin
Theres a pot a brewin
Theres a pot a brewin
Theres a pot a brewin
Theres a pot a brewin
Theres a pot a brewin
Theres a pot a brewin
Theres a pot a brewin
Theres a pot a brewin
Theres a pot a brewin
Theres a pot a brewin
Theres a pot a brewin
Theres a pot a brewin