Tony Joe White

Closer To The Truth
The moss hangs like witches hair from the big oak tree And from across the swamp there comes riding on the breeze The sound -- the sound -- Bi-Yo rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm The rooster is born a fighter Wears those surgeon blades on his legs Hot blood, cold eyes Headed for an early grave He moves -- he moves with the sound And he'll fight until they lay him in the ground Bi-Yo rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm The gator rides low in the water But his eyes see everything He watches the cities moving closer Turning his home into a four lane He moves -- he moves with the sound He waits until it all comes down Bi-Yo rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm From Letras Mania