OLD ELI
Come on! Yeah... Oh!
I'm spinning on this cotton gin
That old Eli gave to me...
Humming songs of freedom
Songs of what I'll never see
Made up of words that
I'll never be able to read…No
Umm umm
Yeah
I'm spinning on this cotton gin
That old Eli gave to me...
Humming songs of freedom
And oppressed humanity
Trying to take things further
In the name of liberty
Yeah...
Woo hoo!
And it seems to me
There's no more real definition of sanity
Yet some speak of it with such profanity
That it just creates one great calamity
Ooh
Woo hoo
Alright!
I guess there's many things that ain't the way they used to be
they ain't the way they used to be
When only in death will we finally find unity...
We lose
So just take what you need
And follow whatever god you choose...
Yeah
I'm spinning on this cotton gin
That old Eli gave to me...
Humming songs of freedom
And oppressed humanity
Trying to take things further
In the name of liberty
Yeah...
Talkin' 'bout old Eli
Talkin' 'bout old Eli
Talkin' 'bout old Eli
Talkin' 'bout old Eli
Talkin' 'bout old Eli
Talkin' 'bout old Eli
Talkin' 'bout old Eli
Talkin' 'bout old Eli