I wiped away the tears like they was flies on the melon As she fell into my arms, I's buying what she was selling The furrows deep and newly plowed There's mercy in the seed put down
Washed in the blood of the things we kill Be it time, or man, or that big coal hill Go tend the youngins, go jack your jaw No sorrow here, no not none at all
Holler Rose the pious moonshiner Holler Rose the pious moonshiner
Unto my wife I'll shape the clay Her golden flesh like hickory splayed The country blue in disposition She's tall and green and manifesting
What will I leave in my wake? The ravings of an idle hound? What will I leave in my wake? A thread that binds the lost to found?
Holler Rose the pious moonshiner Holler Rose the pious moonshiner
Learn our boys the gospel sound The brimstone dance, the earth befouled Beneath these old sour quilts Is a mess of marriage sweat You've got to be willing to play the long game You can't tuck tail and dive out of the frame
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