The Water from Outcasts & Refugees by Chasing Ebenezer

Here's a song for the men we see living out the American Dream
Breaking their back for peace and security
Selling their soul to silver and gold till moth and rust and growing old
Lead em back to the dirt from where they came

Come and drink from the water
Come and drink for free
The streams that flow are priceless
They're what you really need to wash away the greed
(Come rest your weary feet and wash away your need)

Here's a song for the working man trusting in his well laid plans
Resting hope on foundations made of sand
The rain it poured the levee broke
The economy crashed that's all she wrote
Now you're begging for a bail out from the lender's hand

Here's a song for you and me is this how it's supposed to be
Could it be normal needs to change
Physical death unnatural birth bleeding our souls to work the earth
Could it be the snakebite running through our veins

We need an antidote We need a cure
Is there a blood transfusion I can get to overcome my fear, regret
Is there a blood transfusion I can get to overcome the world

I am a refugee running from the enemy
I am a refugee running to You

• Folk
• folk rock
• world folk
• Portland