Second Son by Honey Island Swamp Band

On the road, on the run
Never long for anyone

Miles behind, miles ahead
Miles to go to raise the dead

Loaded like a shotgun
Feeling like a chosen one
The second son of a second son

Maybe it’s the whiskey
Maybe it’s the need to be free
Maybe it’s a whole lot more
Than a little bit of both in me
(Little bit of both in me)

Blame it on the cocaine
Hell I got no shame
I’m just drifting on
Til the day I’m dead and gone
(Til the day I’m dead and gone)

When it comes, where it goes
No one sees, nobody knows

Loaded like a freight train
Spinning like a hurricane
Another face and another name

Maybe it’s the whiskey
Maybe it’s the want to be free
Maybe it’s a whole lot more
Than a little bit of both in me
(Little bit of both in me)

Blame it on the cocaine
Hell I got no shame
Yes I’m just drifting on
Til the day I’m dead and gone
(Til the day I’m dead and gone)

Maybe it’s the whiskey
Maybe it’s the want to be free
Maybe it’s a whole lot more
Than a little bit of both in me
(Little bit of both in me)

Blame it on the cocaine
Hell I got no shame
Yes I’m just drifting on
Til the day I’m dead and gone
(Til the day I’m dead and gone)

Just drifting on
Til the day I’m dead and gone
(Til the day I’m dead and gone)

• 70s funk
• Funk
• blues
• new orleans funk
• new orleans music
• soul
• soul blues
• soul funk
• New Orleans