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Whispering Pines
02:37
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Whispering Pines
By Rick Nagy
We moved back to the mountains to escape the city life. Too much sin and temptation for a Christian man and wife. The path of the straight and narrow won't be marked with neon signs so we moved back to the mountains beneath the whispering pines.
Now those whispering pines are spreading rumors. They say you want to leave here and go back to where you can find a life of raising cane in honky tonks and swimming whiskey rivers. Don't tell me that it's only in my mind, I heard it from the whispering pines.
We built us a little cabin and cleared a couple of acres. By day I worked the fields by night down in the mines. I thought this honest way of living would make you sanctified and happy raising kids like maw and pappy beneath those whispering pines.
Now those whispering pines are spreading rumors. They say you want to leave here and go back to where you can find a life of raising cane in honky tonks and swimming whiskey rivers. Don't tell me that it's only in my mind, I heard it from the whispering pines.
Don't tell me that it's only in my mind, I heard it from the whispering pines.
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2. |
Bluebells
04:14
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Written & arranged by
John Bowyer & Jayme Hood
Bluebells In Ball Jars
Walking through the woods when we stumbled on what once was a little cabin home you could tell by the daffodils and the yucca plants. You could barely make out the foundation stones in the moss it’s all overgrown. The cabin logs had long since returned to the earth.
There’s a chimney standing with a mantle and a hearth, a cross cut saw, and bluebells in ball jars
No one has been here in quite a while. The nearest road is a country mile to the East back off of Scarce ‘o Fat Ridge. That stand of trees are where the fields once were, how anyone could scratch anything out of this dirt is beyond me, but that’s what they’d done.
Around a chimney standing with a mantle and a hearth, a cross cut saw and bluebells in ball jars.
Oh, on hot summer days, they’d wander off to the cool deep woods. Go to where wild flowers grow and bring some back to remind ‘em things are good.
I wonder if there ever was a moment in time when a weary traveler needed shelter in the night and was invited in to shake off the cold? Did they play fiddle around the fire and make all the young ones smile as the sound filled the cabin and made it feel like a home?
Around a chimney standing with a mantle and a hearth, a cross cut saw and bluebells in ball jars.
Around a chimney standing with a mantle and a hearth, a cross cut saw and bluebells in ball jars.
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3. |
Same Storm Different Day
03:54
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Same Storm by Jayme Hood
Skies have been looking pretty clear. Things are going good, nothing to fear.
Did I just feel a drop of rain?
Don’t worry none it’s the same storm different day.
And the clouds grow dark
And the rain comes down.
All our worries start to float away.
Keep in mind same storm different day
Try to stay closer to the source.
Don’t spend much time on remorse.
One thing you can count on is change.
It happens every day.
And the clouds grow dark.
And the rain comes down.
All our worries start to float away.
Keep in mind same storm different day.
Smell the rain on the breeze.
It’s something that sets my mind at ease. Weather comes blowing in from the north.
I pull up a chair on my porch.
And the clouds grow dark.
The rain comes down.
All our worries start to float away.
Keep in mind same storm different day.
Keep in mind same storm different day.
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County Fair
03:09
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County Fair
One more time way up yonder
One more time way up yonder
One more time way up yonder
I’ll see you at the county fair
Let’s go courting way up yonder
Take a little chance way up yonder
Ask you to the dance way up yonder
I’ll see you at the county fair
We’ll go uptown way up yonder
Have a look around way up yonder
Till the sun goes down way up yonder
I’ll see you at the county fair
We’ll ride the tilt a whirl way up yonder
Say you’ll be my girl way up yonder
Under the lights way up yonder
I’ll see you at the county fair
We’ll stroll to the dance way up yonder
County clockwise do si do around now
Promenade and bow to your partner
I’ll see you at the county fair
We’ll dance all night way up yonder
We’ll dance all night way up yonder
We’ll dance all night way up yonder
I’ll see you at the county fair
Hot corn cold corn bring along the demijohn
Hot corn cold corn bring along the demijohn
Hot corn cold corn bring along the demijohn
Fare thee well Uncle Bill, see you in the morning..Yessir.
Upstairs downstairs out in the kitchen
Upstairs downstairs out in the kitchen
Upstairs downstairs out in the kitchen
See Uncle Bill just raring and a pitchin..Yessir.
One more time way up yonder
One more time way up yonder
One more time way up yonder
I’ll see you at the county fair
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Larry, Loretta and The Loraline
By John Robert Bowyer
Larry woke up in the morning and found his overcoat. Walked down to the river and climbed aboard a boat. He was headed up river with the purpose of never being seen again
Loretta woke up like normal and began to move on. She told herself this was the one but her heart is still looking for the love. She's headed down river with the purpose of never being seen again
Oooo never seen again
She's headed down river with the purpose of never being seen again
She found some old makeup to hide the lines that seem a little clearer. She can still see the child inside if she leans a little nearer. She's headed down river with the purpose of never being seen again.
The bells toll sounds the same for the loved, the lost, and the saved. Late one night up river the Loraline slipped to her grave. As she was headed up river with the purpose of never being seen again
Chorus
*As she rolled up river and was never seen again
Loretta woke up in the morning and found she was still holding on. Larry lies at the bottom with the Loraline and all she had was gone. Floating down river with the purpose of never being seen again.
Chorus and tag
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6. |
Angel Fire
03:17
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Angel Fire
Billy Don Burns/Hank Cochran
Let’s get out of this town
Lets leave here today
I’ll take you to paradise
I know the way
We’ll follow the sunset
At the end of the day
To Angel Fire
That’s where we’ll stay
Chorus:
Angel Fire
Where the water is sweet
The air is clean
Let me show you that dream
The eagles fly there
The trees grow high there
Disappear in the sky there
In Angel Fire
We’ll build a cabin
On top of a mountain
Overlooking a valley
Where wildflowers grow
We’ll cut logs for the fire
We’ll plant food in the dirt
Make love in an open field
On the face of the earth
Bridge
There won’t be no fax machines
Traffic jams or siren screams
You and I will be everything up there
In Angel Fire
Chorus:
Angel Fire
Where the water is sweet
The air is clean
Let me show you that dream
The trees grow high there
The eagles fly there
Disappear in the sky there
In Angel Fire
… Angel Fire
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7. |
Virginia Creeper
02:45
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Virginia Creeper by John R Bowyer
Gonna wake up in the morning and go bury a man I'm out on rent and I'm out on the plan the hole will be deep but my love was much deeper it's a tangled up mess like Virginia Creeper.
Way down in the west by God
He'll be laid out on a heavy weight cot
The hole will be deep but my love was much deeper it's a tangled up mess like Virginia Creeper
Don't you come around acting like a preacher at me I've opened my eyes and I can see what I see
The hole will be deep but my love was much deeper it's a tangled up mess like Virginia Creeper.
I'm the alive I'm the one still alive
Way down in the west by God
He'll be laid out on a heavy weight cot
The hole will be deep but my love was much deeper it's a tangled up mess like Virginia Creeper
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8. |
Mushroom Hunter's Blues
02:46
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Mushroom Hunter’s Blues
I’ve got the walking, talking, stumbling stalking
Tripping over grape vine rolling down the hillside
Right through the briar patch scaring up the wildlife
Morel Mushroom Hunters Blues
Gotta get up in the morning go and stake your claim fetch your tater sack and your walking cane
Don’t forget today’s paper and a can of bug spray cause ticks are dicks.
I’ve got the walking, talking, stumbling stalking
Tripping over grape vine rolling down the hillside
Right through the briar patch scaring up the wildlife
Morel Mushroom Hunters Blues
Walking through the woods looking for the honey hole there’s a big dead elm beyond the wellcap stone. Begging Buddha, Jesus, Allah and to Mother Earth too to be the first one on the board.
All of a sudden stumble on a big flush oh my damn now what a rush I’ll take this one and that one thank you very much!
Gotta keep on moving.
I’ve got the walking, talking, stumbling stalking
Tripping over grape vine rolling down the hillside
Right through the briar patch scaring up the wildlife
Morel Mushroom Hunters Blues
Been hunting mushrooms nearly all my life cut them off at the base with my pappys knife
Roll them in cornmeal and fry them up nice. It’s tradition!
I’ve got the walking, talking, stumbling stalking
Tripping over grape vine rolling down the hillside
Right through the briar patch scaring up the wildlife
Morel Mushroom Hunters Blues
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9. |
Pretty Bird
03:52
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Pretty Bird
Your head is always in the clouds.
Right where you want it to be.
My feet are firmly on the ground.
In case you ever needed me.
Fly pretty bird Fly so high.
If you ever happen to come down, stay with me a while.
Be careful what you wish for.
You never know when they'll come true.
Bait your line for what you fish for.
Do your best
Follow through.
Fly pretty bird Fly so high.
If you ever happen to come down, stay with me a while.
You're gonna stumble.
When you take a fall
I hope that you will be humble
Don't get caught up in it all.
Just Fly pretty bird Fly so high.
If you ever happen to come down, stay with me a while.
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10. |
Over The Hump
03:09
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N/A
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11. |
Don't Follow Me
06:35
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Don't Follow Me
by John R Bowyer
Son can't you see what coal mining has done to me? Put me in the ground before my time. Son I know you're proud of your daddy's hard working ways, but you ever follow me down in this old coal mine.
Let me tell you all of a hell the likes of which you've never seen, it's crushing cold and black and dark as pitch. It'll take the devil himself and break him at the knees sealed off a half mile below the mountain air.
I was buried alive down the Camden mine when all the timber gave way. Then, I heard three more had died just trying to save our lives God hold on to our children and wives.
You've wanted to be a miner like my daddy before me but I pray with my last breath you hear these words. You better get out this town there ain't nothing for you here. Head on up north there's factories there.
Take care of you maw and never forget us all. Now son you're the head of the family. For in the Camden mine I'm sealed with a tombstone made of steel I'm lost forever down this old coal mine.
Now if you ever come back around this old Camden mine, would you do a little something for the men, boy. Ah kick a few back for all of us trapped and pour a little out for me.
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The Hammer and The Hatchet Bloomington, Indiana
John Bowyer and Jayme Hood are born and raised Hoosiers who make their home in South Central Indiana on the Brown/Monroe county line. Together, as The Hammer And The Hatchet, they have been on tour in support of Shake Off The Cold, their fourth album of original Midwestern music, available since July of 2022. ... more
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