Raise It High

by Chamberlain

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released 10 June 2010

"Raise It High" produced and mixed by Dean Baltulonis at The Wild Arctic.
"The South Has Spoiled Me" recorded by Roger Paige at True Sound Studios. Mixed by Dean Baltulonis at The Wild Arctic.
Mastered by Mike Fossenkemper at Turtle Tone Studios.

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Track Name: Raise It High
We thought the war was over.
We had one hell of a time.
So we folded the colors
and packed up the front lines

The cause it was lost.
The moment never would last.
And now we hang our ragged souls
at half-mast.

Stand up now boys look ‘em dead in the eyes.
You’ll never forget this day for the rest of your lives.
No earthly fear can keep your spirits down

(Chorus)
Get your flag up off the ground
and raise it high
it’s too late to look back now
Get your flag up off the ground
and raise it high
no more hiding underground

Our best days behind us.
No more storming the gates.
Caught at the edge of a dawn
that never breaks.

But a voice came calling,
and my blood gave a start,
“it’s time to stand up, jump start,
and re-enlist your heart.”

I spent all my money, I spent all my will,
trying hard to drag that star up the hill.
But, trust me, you don’t want to know how far I fell.

(Chorus)

We were wide awake before the sun,
weary and wounded, speaking in tongues
when a call came down the line:
“look sharp now boys, it’s time to rise.”

(Chorus)
Track Name: The South Has Spoiled Me (feat. Brian Fallon of The Gaslight Anthem)
Three down five more to go
It ain't like they don't know
I want 'em to get their things and go
I'm sick of all these people that can't speak to me
Unless they've found something to drink.
A cold cup of coffee's on the window pane
Where it's been since you left yesterday
The next thing I knew I was under you
With your worn out shoes next to my boots

Maybe we no longer know who we're supposed to be
Feelings aren't cheap but around here somehow
Everyone finds them for free

Trains loaded with slow as much as coal
Haul the night home while you two smoke
And I don't know who you are anymore
What you're wanting or what you're looking for

Maybe we no longer know who we're supposed to be
Feelings aren't cheap but around here somehow
Everyone finds them for free