Track Name: Gypsy Town (Revisited) feat. Spencer P Jones
I'm goin' down
To Gypsy Town
To see my Dad again
He left his bags
Outside the door
And he never came back again
My mother she was a theif
They brought her here in chains
And when she was released
She stole that bread again
My brother he was a gambling man
He snorted too much cocaine
And his head was firmly in his ass
And his nose inside his brain
Track Name: Yorta Yorta (Revisited)
Well it was 1995 and I was a young boy, not old or wise.
So I took a ride down to the river to catch myself a Murray Cod,
I had some Bardi Grubs.
And there was nobody else in sight you would have thought I was the only boy alive
Then this man came with a gun in his hand he said "Watcha' doin' there boy on my land?" he said "You're tresspassin'"
I said "I did not know that you owned this land,
I thought it belonged to the Yorta Yorta Clan, the Yorta Yorta people"
Well he said "There aint no more of them coons alive, they started
killing them back in 1835, they started killing then"
Then e said "You have no right to be here boy, get off my land before I put a slug in your ass"
So I ran real fast.
And I grabbed my Rod and I rode away and i thought to myself
"This is strange, how can he own this land? He's just a farmer man, but this is Sacred land?
When I rode back into town that night I could not sleep I was in fright
And when finally I got to sleep a tribal elder came to me in my dream
He said "How ya been?"
Then the farmer he appeared again with a twin barreled shotgun in his hands
And he pointed that gun to the elders head
and he said: "You niggers are better off dead!"
Then he told the elder to turn around and he pulled the trigger, he shot him down!
He shot him down!
Well the truth be known that we dont own this land, it belongs to the
Yorta Yorta clan
Lets give it back to them!
But the whiteman's never going to give it back cause he knows that its worth too much cash
And Its in the bank.
Meanwhile the river is dying and the government has not even tried,