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Tongues of Lonesomeness
03:34
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Tongues of lonesomeness have sung
Songs that bled blond like guns
I mustn't bleed in color my love
Bore to bone brittle to touch
Boredom sung her ton of floods
They call me a sinner made of mud
So fill me up with brandy wine
Teacher my sins to the ole oak pine
Bellow my away it ain't hard to find
So fill me up with brandy wine
My staggered step it done swept me blind
Oh that love of mine
So fill me up with brandy wine
My debt to drink she done know my plight
Leave me to lay along the time
So fill me up with brandy wine
Heavy blurs and slurring grind
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Crooked Bone
02:13
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Drink in depths lonesome my skin
Wear my bones doused in great sin
Broke limbs to break from my kin
Hell bent and restless I've bled
Swept bare dem oceans of mine
White flood she tears through my sight
Held my legs til they fell blind
Drown deep beneath dat red pine
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Daddy and the Devil
02:55
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Daddy got the Devil in him
Black for lungs and lead filled guns
Daddy got the Devil in him
Bone white cloak said blood red soaked
Daddy got the Devil in him
Grit stained teeth boy watch dem bleed
Daddy got the Devil in him
Bourbon drowned his fist bled proud
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Came of the Grain
01:45
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Came of the grain just bear my sin
Like the weight of an oak they sit
Sat black horse rides said again and again
they ride for my troubled kin
Bore of the pine where my blood done bleed
Dem shades of red they plead
Plights seen sound to a woven sea
They sing sorrowed songs to me
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Mountain Cruel
02:44
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Pa, save that stone for me
Cast upon the river bed
My blood it bleeds to be
Along the ole break and siege
I've launched upon my knees
Crooked bone and broken wake
Bare my lungs cling to seed
Along dat white watered bank
Mountains cruel
Spines they bend along the valleys for you
Pa save that stone for me
Cast upon the river bed
Flood blue in depths of green
Seen along the great beneath
I've stood of woven kings
Penniless and wrestles babe
Rigid sway as thick as thieves
Tangled in the rioters you've made
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Rabbit Creek
02:00
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Left my heart down in rabbit creek
Along dem hollar plains
It lays along the banks
My blood it bleeds n bleeds
Left my bones down in rabbit creek
They've set along the break
Let em drown beneath the sway
Callin out her name
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Hearts of Stone
02:52
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I bore alone
Dem roots of sin sewn of my kin
I've bled of blood and bone
Bare my weathered skin
I've grown
Along dem backs of dem railroad track said
Hearts of stone in tones
Bleed my wrestles hand
As I've become lonesome my love
She has held my tongue
As I've become lonesome my love
She's like the burning sun
Shades of blue
Run along day line from the oak to the pine
She hold not fruit, made fool
Along the ole county line
Held no love
My branch been limbed, snapped like a twig
My heart it strung it hung
Along my broken branched stems
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Orchard Grove
02:12
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Dem orchard groves call her name
Sirens from dem feathered grains
They've plead of dem roots dat coarse blue
along the love she's made
Held of her son til she dug
She bore alone her wayward gun
Oceans of lead have poured depths along the rising sun
Along dat shine lay along dat pine
Her love it bare her grind
Dem orchard groves call her name
Rooted well dem Hilary's they've lain
Along the northern breeze they sound of dem wrestles frames
Bound by here reckless break
She been picking up the dust that lay
Along the spines of debt and binds she tore through the veil of grey
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Ain't No Peach
01:53
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Made from mud my broken bones they plead to be
Drown myself I will along dem banks
Well the red bird river she done hold me beneath
Hold my sins before I slip away
I ain't no peach oh please believe
I've washed my hands with blood and sorrow babe
Well da freight trains a coming
She been calling my name
She hollar along dem pine covered plains
I've torn limb from limb to bear the dirt amongst my feet
I've seen what sticks and stones can take away
Well I've broken every bleeding heart dat comes along my way
I'm bound with nothing babe but built bear my shame
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