Rocking Chair Blues

(álbum: Dark Holler Pop - 2013)

I was born in the country and raised in the town
I spent every Sunday wandering around
I raised lots of cane till my momma would cry
She prayed my harvest would wither and die
Wither and die, Lord, wither and die
These slow-going highways and red-running river I choose
The song of a siren, the rhythm of nothing to lose
Every step off the front porch is a step into rocking chair blues
I went down to Oxford to find me some blues
I listen for autumn and followed the sound
And left off the things that fell to the ground
Fell to the ground, Lord, fell to the ground
These slow-going highways and red-running river I choose
The song of a siren, the rhythm of nothing to lose
Every step off the front porch is a step into rocking chair blues
If I wandered away would you call me back?
'Cause I'm already gone
I'm drifting astray and humming the highway song
I was born in the country and raised in the town
I spent every Sunday wandering around
Wandering around, Lord, wandering around