WHERE THE RED FERN GROWS Lyrics

Maybe it's you, maybe it's me, maybe it's who?

Maybe it's you, maybe it's me, maybe it's she

Maybe it's you, Maybe it's me, maybe it's we

Maybe it's all of the moss in the creek

Walking away don't come following me

Hey its so nice to meet you, Then you gone in a week

People can't disagree no more there's always a beef

Thy name hallowed it be

It is what it is

It is what it is

It is what it is

It is what it is

It is what it is bitch I'll make due

I was built for this shit I was made to

Cash built like fucking Peter Mayhew

Don't talk to the past not the same dude

I was down for a minute but, I came to

It's so hard don't wanna disgrace you

Know you need help gotta want it yourself

Baby I can't save you

You cannot go where I'm going

In the midst of the stars like I'm Owens

Thought you had my back but, that was just some shit that you was holding

Ok noted

I'm lifting my anchor up out of the ocean

Left me corroded

To the ones who taught me and showed it

This here's my condolence