Put It Away

Duration

4:19

Genres

Southern/Blues Rock/Rockabilly

Lyrics

Lyrics and vocals by Michael Frazier Put it Away Got a backpack underneath my bed Full of food and a lot of lead Hope I don't need it But I'll be prepared I'm all stocked up on beans and rice My garden's planted and it's looking nice Inherited all of the canning supplies From my mother In my head I hear my grandfather say If you want to save your cash Fold it and put it away Foreclosure notice in my mailbox Lost my shorts with the crashing stocks And the money I hid in my socks Is almost gone I look for work all day long Nobody's hiring in this old mill town Nobody's even taking any applications In my head I hear my grandfather say If you want to save your cash Fold it and put it away Seems all the work has gone overseas To bring America to her knees Feels like this old world Has some bad disease The lessons learned from the Great Depression Have put us in a state of regression Can't we fix this please In my head I hear my grandfather say If you want to save your cash Fold it and put it away Outside my window it's bitter and cold Like the people trying to take my soul away