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In the slow burn of the season
comes a wanting light
Harvest plenty for needful hands
held out for so long
Wait beside me by the water
See if there’s an answer
Every reflection is one step closer
See if you can recognize
You think it would be easy, but the truth is hard to find
You think it would be easy, but there isn’t always light
Show me Redtail
Show me greenback
Show me Yellowbelly
And if you want to, show me your blues, and I’ll show you mine
Sweet little bird, give me a chance
To give something back
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Your Song
02:46
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When you came here it was first light
But it was darkness you were born into
Such a strange time
The way of the world feels like throwing diamonds into a well
Is it true you loved the world before it could love you?
Before it all comes tumbling down
Is it yours? Is it true?
My boy
My bright eyed wonder
There’s too much you shouldn’t know
But you must let your mother kiss you
And let yourself give in to joy
Was it you who stole the crown?
You wear it so well
Is it true you formed the band and stand before the crowd?
Well then, play on!
And know your song well
It is yours to carry all night long
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One Bright Morning
03:45
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It was one bright morning I went out walking
Clearing the web from the path
Kudzu was crawling over limbs that had fallen
from a storm that passed in the night
A window was open
A piano was playing some old song that I used to know
“Remember me, my dear old friend. My troubles I have overcome”
I carried the melody
all the way to field, past the railroad bridge
Where bright blossoms bloom and swayed with the tune
Bending the notes all the while
Oh, sing me a song that I used to know
and one that’s never been sung
I could stay here just a little bit longer
But then I must be moving on
One bright morning I had to close my eyes
One bright morning I was fine
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It Takes A Long Time
05:46
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Crossing the states to get back to somewhere
River by my side to run me around
I dove down to meet you
The blood, it runs deeper
I could see by your eyes there’s a storm coming on
And the changing light
can show you the difference
Between a wrong turn and a face you recognize
Is there anything better
Tell me, do you know,
than the stillness of night in your own neighborhood?
How long does it take?
It takes a long time
How long does it take to reach you?
Cut through the field
of grasses too tall
Cut through the mountain
of the old battleground
Weave around cities
of unwanted people
And under the bridges
of the railroad dead
Come down the passes
The air here is different
You can stop to listen
But don’t take too long
I’ve spent all my money, I’ve worn out my shoes
Looking over my shoulder was the best I could do
How long does it take?
It takes a long time
How long does it take to reach you?
Do right by me and I’ll do right by you
Don’t tell me, let me guess
You’re a little lost too?
It takes a long time…
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In the evening
when the sun goes slowly down
You might find me
hanging onto what’s fading out
I want to make it last as long as it can stay around
In the evening
When the sun goes slowly down
You might see me standing next to a burned out basement
You might hear me singing over a busted radio
You might know me to walk behind where they tore down Main Street
You might pass me, broken down, on some old highway
You know, some things aren’t supposed to last forever
That’s the difference between them
and you and me
In the evening
When the sun goes slowly down
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Ellerbee Serenade
01:57
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Piedmont Pastimes
03:53
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I was looking for ways to fit in
I was looking for a place to hide
I found myself tangled in the muscadine
and the brambles have always been my friend
Did you always know you would settle down
without a reason to wonder how
the road that goes out of town
can bend and stretch you out?
Have you been to Surry County?
Did you ever swim Little Fisher River?
Pastures of plenty with a Blue Ridge horizon
And bottom land on the border
Have you stood on Pilot Mountain?
Next time you go down 52
Can you hear the voices of Doc Watson and Elizabeth Cotten
in your dreams?
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Dollar Down
03:00
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It’s the same all over
They hand you a nickel when you gotta spend a dime
Lost on the road to nowhere
and it looks like rain
Be kind of me
I’m still looking for the everyman dream
Did I miss the punch line somewhere?
Guess the joke’s on me
Make no mistake now
I didn’t lose my way
I keep my eyes on the turning wheel
And the stakes I claim
If I’m a dollar down
I know where my hands have been
I’m working for that long lost feeling
where all I spend is time
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We Start Small
05:10
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Begin in the smallest way
A hand outstretched to the world
Grab hold of the wind in your hair
Say your name out loud
Be still when the night comes calling
Dream away the darkness
There is so much work to do
Tomorrow waits to welcome you
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A Little Slice Of Pie
00:35
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I was born here but I’m not really from here
Not a native nor a stranger
Memory has a funny way of making you believe
you could be somebody else
I can recall a driveway and a garden
Running so carefree, people give you the side-eye
Is the shade of this tree the same shade as me?
A shadow on the rocks and the weeds
Some time ago
Someone was digging a grave
While someone else built a house
It was goodbye, but it was good land
And besides, everyone still lives here somehow
Beneath the oldest tree
The epitaph is plain
But the name, I can’t quite make it out
It was goodbye, but it was good land
And I can’t stand to lose you now
It took me by surprise to learn I had an accent
Up until then
Everyone else did the talking
I can’t relate to relations in this way
I only ever had so much to say
And it’s true
I was born here some years back
When spring was opening the blinds
I’m not a stranger
I’m not regular
I just come from around here
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Sam Fuller-Smith Durham, North Carolina
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