The Bear Lyrics
- Genre:Alternative
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Something about the trees says Mississippi
The darkness chasing sunlight from its depths
That's not good news for this old hippie
Hooks and chains and the smell of death
Last in line, his voice don't count
Take from his pockets all that you've found
Loving life, he won't attack
This old bear moves forward, never back
His voice is wind, his spine a mountain
His eyes shine like a running fountain
The deserts and the trees that he was born to
When will you be free, California?
Alabama they trapped him in a cage
Kept him in chains just to make his anger grow
They made bank letting people see his rage
Told him he was wrong to think of home
His voice is wind, his spine a mountain
His eyes shine like a running fountain
The deserts and the trees that he was born to
When will you be free, California?
All day long he did tricks for Carolina
Chased and bitten by a pack of hounds
The Lost Coast crashing wild in his mind
Trinity, and how the raging Klamath sounds
His voice is wind, his spine a mountain
His eyes shine like a running fountain
The deserts and the trees that he was born to
When will you be free, California?
When will you be free, California?
When will you be free, California?
When will you be free, California?
When will you be free, California?
When will you be free, California?
When will you be free, California?
When will you be free, California?
When will you be free, California?