One Of The Good Ones - Mick Flannery

One of the good ones I feel it

Just trying to make me a livin'

Driving the big old black diesel

Drinking the black gold for me

It give me the freedom I love it

Thinking on really for what, it’s

One engine driving another

So this emotional cutter

Sell you a whole lot of nothin'

My baby sing to me

That make me happy

I don’t know why I

Should care 'bout anybody

One of the good ones I feel it

Worked every day I was given

I been alone my whole life, I

Never had time for a wife

Deliver a lover from Russia

Getting her under the cover

Tell her it’s better than other

Alternate living conditions

And it’s okay in the village

And it’s alright in the town

Until it’s a fuckin' tradition

Slavery alive and kickin'

Even if not cotton-pickin'

My baby sing to me

That make me happy

I don’t know why I

Should care 'bout anybody

Oh, it just keeps coming

Oh, the big accident

Oh, when I feel nothin'

I’m happiest

One of the good ones, I feel it

Spent a life searchin' for meanin'

How much you want for the blame?

Gimme a price on the shame

Or is it you want me to fight

The very foundation inside?

The apathy of human life

To foreign and faraway strife

Who is this boy before me

Who drowned all alone in the sea?

Tell me how long I should wait

Before I can turn me away

My baby sing to me

That make me happy

I don’t know why I

Should care 'bout anybody

Oh, it just keeps coming

Oh, the big accident

Oh, when I feel nothin'

I’m happiest

Oh, it just keeps coming

Oh, the big accident

Oh, when I feel nothin'

I’m happiest