Smell the Blood

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Lucky Mud
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Mike McKinney

Story

My family has been hiding out along the Withlacoochee River in Central Florida for about 200 years, and they're still hard to find. They seem to like it that way.

Lyrics

It's a long way From the Isle of Skye To this Florida swamp Where the whipoorwill cries Like a heart-broken lover Left alone My heart cries out For its Scottish home Where for hundreds of years They fought and died For the little lords And their foolish pride And every place a McKinney stood You cut the ground with a shovel You can smell the blood Long before the Clearances came They lost everything But the family name Some stayed behind To fight the lords But it was lochaber Against horse and sword Some took what they could And they sailed away To the Carolinas In America And they left a trail To this Florida mud You cut the ground with a shovel You can smell the blood It's never as easy As we'd like it to be So many bad branches On the Family Tree But it survived the famine Stood against the flood Cut through the roots You can smell the blood The McKinneys fought hard For the things they stole They fought against the law And the Seminoles They died with Dade In the Piney Woods Cut the ground with a shovel You can smell their blood It's never as pretty As we'd like it to be But the poor never suffer From irony They stayed alive Any way they could Cut the ground with a shovel You can smell the blood Cut the ground with a shovel You can smell the blood

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