There’s a cottonmouth sunnin’ on my back porch My wicker rocking chair is stuck beneath the stairs Underwater in my hometown And I’m up here in Tennessee watching my family Wade for my momma’s wedding gown
Oooh she’s whistlin’ Oooh she’s twistin’ on you Oooh she’s a-comin’ for, she’s a-comin’ for you
Not the only one in the attic’s a mad woman She’s got her pictures in boxes, got her name on your locket And it’s floating down the bayou to downtown And I’m up here in Tennessee, watching my family Wade for my momma’s wedding gown
Oooh she’s whistlin’ Oooh she’s twistin’ on you Oooh she’s a-comin’ for, she’s a-comin’ for you
Come thou fount of every blessing Tune my heart to sing this grace Cause this one washed away all that I ever had to say
Calling Me
{This is a song inspired by some beautiful images from Marilynne Robinson’s book Gilead. The book, and the song, too I guess, is about living with death, and learning about what it means to love and grieve the things that pass you by. I jokingly call this my emotional power ballad… I mean, that’s kinda what it is.}
When the rest of the world is asleep Do you remember that night when you and me Pulled down the steeple of ash The rain was coming down, I was filthy and black? Sometimes I feel that my time On earth is sorta defined
And my life is calling me
And I wonder what else it could be There are times that I see and don’t see Sometimes I feel that I’m changed By those women on the hill in the rain
In this vision of earthly decay I see that time will bear us all away But I’m sad I won’t be here to see it fadeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
