Little Animals Lyrics

Well these dirt farm boys are only good for raising hell

And these goddamn chores ain't ever gonna do themselves

I Heard they snuck out and made off with Old Lawsons shine

Made a quarter on the gallon, ain't no way they are no sons of mine

And it's hard to see what makes this depression so great

And folks like us never seem to matter to the state

But we take care of our own, we sit tight and hunt our game

Thank Jesus and the saints for that boy's impeccable aim

But deep down I can't help but wonder

What we gain from all our toil?

Who's keeping track of broken backs and early heart attacks?

One day those rascals over yonder

Might break free of this West Virginia soil

These little animals of mine

I'll tell ya I can never figure out what's on his little mind

Heard him talking in his sleep about some goddamn thin white line

He's gonna get a good lickin, yeah he knows he ain't allowed

To forget about the work and keep his head up there in the clouds

But deep down I can't help but wonder

What gain from all our toil?

Who's keeping track of broken backs and early heart attacks?

One day those rascals over yonder

Might break free of this West Virginia soil

These little animals of mine