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Greensboro Woman
04:50
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Lit out of Texas, made down in Dallas
And I've been heading east for a while
But she stopped me dead down in Georgia
Carolina took my heart and tore it down
What is a man, to keep on moving?
Or do I lay my fickle heart on the line?
'Cause if I die I will die with the morning
With that Greensboro woman on my mind
Love in the mire and sweet kissing sorrow
Will nip your heels like a hound on the trail
But she lights my wayward tomorrow
I might go down in her wild and stormy gale
What is a man, to keep on moving?
Or do I lay my fickle heart on the line?
'Cause if I die I will die with the morning
With that Greensboro woman down inside
I took a dram of sweet Carolina
The purest poison or wine to be found
She will lay you down sweetly sleeping
Or leave you clinging to the hard and stony ground
What is a man, to keep on moving?
Or do I lay my gentle heart on the line?
'Cause if I die I will die with the morning
With that Greensboro woman on my mind
'Cause if I die I will die with the morning
With that Greensboro woman down inside
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2. |
The Devil Inside Me
03:58
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Abigail, come to my window
Sing me away in the night
'Cause I'm on the dark side of something
And I'm on my way out of sight
Some hear a bright Sunday morning
A sweet talking, suitable frill
But I hear the creak in the porch wood
And I feel the slow-winding rills
So, Abigail, come to me darling
We'll disappear down in the pines
Cause I got the devil inside me
And he'll meet me down on the line
Spin me that 80 for trouble
And I'll move her to the music and time
It's 1-2-3 and no guarantee
To dance in that sweet by and by
And when all the boys get to drinking
The sun falls over the hills
I get the devil inside me
And she'll be the death of me still
Shake me, burn me, go shouting
And I'll bark at the Kentucky stars
But I got the devil inside me
And she'll be the death of my heart
She'll be the death of my heart
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Wedding Dress
02:46
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When I leave Carolina
Tell my mother not to cry now
When I leave Carolina in the morn
The first April rain came falling
For my life I can't recall now
Why I put that white wedding dress on
Billy Sessom I don't love you
And I curse the sky above you
With these bruises burning hot upon my skin
Moses, Moses did deliver
On across that yonder river
Moses, Moses let this woman come in
Well the preacher got to talking
And my father got to walking
When I lit out like a banshee making ground
My true love, won't you meet me
In that river valley free me
Help me get this black wedding dress gone.
Help me get this black wedding dress gone.
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Asheville
03:40
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The disparity I felt between
What she said and what she means
When she grabs my arm across the dash
And says, "Maybe one day we'll make it back to Asheville."
It was the anger of those i couldn't see
The ones I tended to so faithfully
That seeped up through the cracks on the road we traveled
Maybe it was someone else I reminded them of
Someone else who never learned to love
So let's steal away and leave them all complaining
About all I do
I'll just step on the gas
I'll get off your back
We gotta make time across the Carolina line
'Cause I'm not sleeping here anymore
I said never again
But I tend to forget that butter and bread
And I never could afford
To never sleep here anymore, anymore
Well I was wondering how this came to be
The say old shit returned to me
I'm feeling a little worn and battle-wary
But the sound of my voice is reminding me
Of all those irritating disagreements
Coming from the grown up kids around me
I'll just step on the gas
I'll get off your back
We gotta make time across the Carolina line
'Cause I'm not sleeping here anymore
I said never again
But I tend to forget that butter and bread
And I never could afford
I can't afford to sleep here anymore, anymore
The disparity I felt between
What she said and what she means
When she grabs my arm across the dash
And says, "Maybe one day we'll make it back to Asheville"
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In the valley of the captive
There's a rusted plow forlorn
And a barren field for the hungry
Where the lo refrain is born
So I'll tarry there in that old despair
Where the weary wait for the dawn
And I won't come back
Till I've heard the last emancipation song
Foregone a century and fifty more years
The great emancipator cries
And that preacher man's still marching
Through the streets of tired eyes.
Well a man has what he worked for
But a thousand souls others toil
For that shade tree where he lingers
In the cool September soil
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Blake Tommey Charlottesville, Virginia
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