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Willy's Back Porch
03:19
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Willy's back porch leggin' shine, this ain't no door-to-door
They love the smell in Gatlinburg, what else are bathtubs for?
All my neighbors goin' blind, suckin' lightnin' out a jug
Sister Sue, she's on the lurch, takes a razor to the rug
Rev. Jim dips a hand in the tin only he ain't satisfied
Congregation don't know he's drunk when he handles that rattlesnake hide
Shakers all condemn the hooch sayin' "devil's in the drink"
Then line up outside Willy's door lookin' for another swig
I made my mind up at the start
You lay that money down and I'll be sure to calibrate your heart
Now, Horace died the other night
Formaldehyde to hold him tight
Before they get 'em in the ground
They mix it in the liquor that put him down
I'll make your mind up at the end
You lay that money down and I'll be sure to aggravate your head
I'll make your mind up at the end
You lay that money down and I'll be sure to aggravate your head
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Copper Frame
02:36
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Catfish on a line by the bayou's edge
I spent three whole days tryna find your bed
Tether on my heart, give that rope a twitch
I could get some scratch if you get that itch
I been travellin' all this time, help me find the door
Anymore delays I'll be on the floor
Waycross ain't far off, we could meet tonight
You tear down your walls, I'll tear down my pride
Well I spent all I had, broke a law or two
Held the devil's hand gettin' close to you
No more hesitation as we arrived at the station
with hopes so high, hopes so high
When you looked my way nerves got paralyzed
Lesser men have milled starin' at those eyes
I swear I saw Jesus Christ in that copper frame
Lost all track of time and from where I came
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Ten More Miles
04:05
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Mama died eight days ago
Dragged her inside from the snow
A victim of the vicious cold
And the weight won't make me stronger
And the day is growin' long
And fire ain't gonna harm her
Ten more miles and still no peace of mind
Daddy says we gotta leave the county
So's to put her into the ground
Swearin', "Boys now don't you never doubt me!
Load the wagon, make no sound"
And the good Lord took our mules at the river
Buzzards creepin' close behind
And a stench so foul it'll make you shiver
And the weight won't make me stronger
And the day is growin' long
And fire ain't gonna harm her
Ten more miles and still no peace of
Mine's a crooked case
A rat trapped in a maze
The only chance I'll have to take
Is set this barn a-blaze
And the pain is gettin' stronger
And the day is growin' long
So the flames will have to calm her
Ten more miles to burn this piece
And the weight won't make me stronger
And the day is growin' long
And fire ain't gonna harm her
Ten more miles and still no peace of
Ten more miles and still no peace of
Ten more miles is ten more miles
with Ten more miles and still no peace of mind
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Nashville
05:51
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Warehouse Blues
04:19
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Deluge
01:03
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Switchman gave a warning that he did proclaim
The Brazos are calling your children to claim
The hour of repentance is close at hand
The deluge is risin' to weed out the land
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O My Brother
03:24
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8. |
American Boy
04:00
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9. |
Push & Pull
03:51
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10. |
Whenever I'm With You
04:15
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The Locksmiths New York
The Locksmiths are an Americana group, fronted by husband and wife, Robert & Krissy Bock. The Queens natives weave a
Southern Gothic tapestry of rich melodies and evocative lyrics through bluegrass-inspired folk-rock.
"a truly stirring vocal performance." - Rachel Cholst (Adobe & Teardrops)
"raucous Americana... lyrics that bite." - Greg Jones (Ear To The Ground Music)
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