Down Around My Place Lyrics - Beacon Theatre: Live From New York - Joe Bonamassa

The radio is busted, down around my place 

Every tool is rusted, down around my place 

Creeks and rivers dried up, down around my place 

My woman's tears are cried up, down around my place 

And before there came a flood 

Some lost all, even blood 

Now the sun and wind have come and left no trace 

Down around my place 

Down around my place 

These hunting grounds were hallowed, down around my place 

Exhausted fields lay fallow, down around my place 

Kingdoms come and crumble, down around my place 

My prayers are merely mumbles, down around my place 

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And I put my faith in you 

Did you make that error too? 

Bound to fail that he might show his grace 

Down around my place 

Down around my place 

Down around my place 

They said you wouldn't believe 

What a paradise this was 

'Til every Adam and Eve, Tom, Dick and Harry 

Started fighting for what he loved 

So, we fortified the ramparts 

And we built the mighty towers 

But it was plain to see, we never were free 

From the tyranny of the hour 

The family graves keep winkin', down around my place 

At every thought I'm thinkin', down around my place 

While the young ones crowd the table, down around my place 

Bitchin' about no cable, down around my place 

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And my grandpa says, Don't worry 

It's always the last one in who's in a hurry 

To try and slam the door in the next one's face 

Down around my place 

Down around my place 

Down around my place 

Down around my place 

Down around my place