Old Virginia Block
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โฑ๏ธ 3:15 duration
๐ ID: 13293309
๐ Lyrics
If my ears hear a sigh of a shiny red violin
Clear by the Rivanna, down in the Blue Ridge
By the dog bags and trash,
by the bottles and cans
And the dead beat brown grass
And the red dirt in the Blue Ridge
Then my home must be around another good old Virginia block
If my ears hear a note on the cello,
so low,
then a double stopping bow,
from my headphones,
in the Blue Ridge
Out walking at noon,
appearing under the white of the daytime moon,
keeping my big blue balloon in my tight fist,
in the Blue Ridge
Then my home must be around another good old Virginia block
If my ears hears the sound of a slate rock on the ground,
clicking the drops of the rain coming down,
along a front walk,
in the Blue Ridge
The rim of dirt on the brim of a brow,
the skin of sweat on the handle of a plow,
Miles and miles of tobacco in the south,
from a back road,
in the Blue Ridge
Then my home must be around another good old Virginia block
I've got family in Canada,
family in New York
I've got friends in every other place I've played
But I can't keep from planting all my plans of family stuff
Down between the weeds in the red dirt clay
And my ears hears a hundred bees riding that udwarding breeze,
a veil and a bucket by a pair of oak trees,
Just another blonde kid,
in the Blue Ridge
It's all to make a pattern of love,
to roost a lava field of white doves,
with just a pitchfork and a pair of thick gloves,
for your whole life, in the Blue Ridge
The pick up and go,
the bent back and the grunt-chicked coal,
The gleam of your white underclothes,
in the back seat,
in the Blue Ridge
The pile of bacon by a couple fried eggs,
kiss marks and hearts on a picnic table leg,
The quartet fretting on up in my head,
on my long walk,
through the Blue Ridge
And my home comes up around another good old Virginia block
Clear by the Rivanna, down in the Blue Ridge
By the dog bags and trash,
by the bottles and cans
And the dead beat brown grass
And the red dirt in the Blue Ridge
Then my home must be around another good old Virginia block
If my ears hear a note on the cello,
so low,
then a double stopping bow,
from my headphones,
in the Blue Ridge
Out walking at noon,
appearing under the white of the daytime moon,
keeping my big blue balloon in my tight fist,
in the Blue Ridge
Then my home must be around another good old Virginia block
If my ears hears the sound of a slate rock on the ground,
clicking the drops of the rain coming down,
along a front walk,
in the Blue Ridge
The rim of dirt on the brim of a brow,
the skin of sweat on the handle of a plow,
Miles and miles of tobacco in the south,
from a back road,
in the Blue Ridge
Then my home must be around another good old Virginia block
I've got family in Canada,
family in New York
I've got friends in every other place I've played
But I can't keep from planting all my plans of family stuff
Down between the weeds in the red dirt clay
And my ears hears a hundred bees riding that udwarding breeze,
a veil and a bucket by a pair of oak trees,
Just another blonde kid,
in the Blue Ridge
It's all to make a pattern of love,
to roost a lava field of white doves,
with just a pitchfork and a pair of thick gloves,
for your whole life, in the Blue Ridge
The pick up and go,
the bent back and the grunt-chicked coal,
The gleam of your white underclothes,
in the back seat,
in the Blue Ridge
The pile of bacon by a couple fried eggs,
kiss marks and hearts on a picnic table leg,
The quartet fretting on up in my head,
on my long walk,
through the Blue Ridge
And my home comes up around another good old Virginia block
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:15.46] If my ears hear a sigh of a shiny red violin
[00:20.88] Clear by the Rivanna, down in the Blue Ridge
[00:26.37] By the dog bags and trash,
[00:28.12] by the bottles and cans
[00:30.82] And the dead beat brown grass
[00:34.57] And the red dirt in the Blue Ridge
[00:37.26] Then my home must be around another good old Virginia block
[00:41.74] If my ears hear a note on the cello,
[00:50.86] so low,
[00:52.61] then a double stopping bow,
[00:55.36] from my headphones,
[00:57.18] in the Blue Ridge
[00:58.06] Out walking at noon,
[00:59.95] appearing under the white of the daytime moon,
[01:02.63] keeping my big blue balloon in my tight fist,
[01:07.14] in the Blue Ridge
[01:09.80] Then my home must be around another good old Virginia block
[01:18.99] If my ears hears the sound of a slate rock on the ground,
[01:35.34] clicking the drops of the rain coming down,
[01:37.19] along a front walk,
[01:38.93] in the Blue Ridge
[01:39.88] The rim of dirt on the brim of a brow,
[01:42.51] the skin of sweat on the handle of a plow,
[01:45.36] Miles and miles of tobacco in the south,
[01:48.05] from a back road,
[01:48.96] in the Blue Ridge
[01:50.72] Then my home must be around another good old Virginia block
[01:58.05] I've got family in Canada,
[02:01.63] family in New York
[02:04.32] I've got friends in every other place I've played
[02:08.94] But I can't keep from planting all my plans of family stuff
[02:14.30] Down between the weeds in the red dirt clay
[02:19.70] And my ears hears a hundred bees riding that udwarding breeze,
[02:24.31] a veil and a bucket by a pair of oak trees,
[02:27.02] Just another blonde kid,
[02:28.83] in the Blue Ridge
[02:30.69] It's all to make a pattern of love,
[02:32.58] to roost a lava field of white doves,
[02:35.28] with just a pitchfork and a pair of thick gloves,
[02:37.96] for your whole life, in the Blue Ridge
[02:40.61] The pick up and go,
[02:44.33] the bent back and the grunt-chicked coal,
[02:45.24] The gleam of your white underclothes,
[02:47.96] in the back seat,
[02:50.69] in the Blue Ridge
[02:51.58] The pile of bacon by a couple fried eggs,
[02:53.30] kiss marks and hearts on a picnic table leg,
[02:55.29] The quartet fretting on up in my head,
[02:58.86] on my long walk,
[03:00.64] through the Blue Ridge
[03:01.59] And my home comes up around another good old Virginia block
[03:10.69]
[00:20.88] Clear by the Rivanna, down in the Blue Ridge
[00:26.37] By the dog bags and trash,
[00:28.12] by the bottles and cans
[00:30.82] And the dead beat brown grass
[00:34.57] And the red dirt in the Blue Ridge
[00:37.26] Then my home must be around another good old Virginia block
[00:41.74] If my ears hear a note on the cello,
[00:50.86] so low,
[00:52.61] then a double stopping bow,
[00:55.36] from my headphones,
[00:57.18] in the Blue Ridge
[00:58.06] Out walking at noon,
[00:59.95] appearing under the white of the daytime moon,
[01:02.63] keeping my big blue balloon in my tight fist,
[01:07.14] in the Blue Ridge
[01:09.80] Then my home must be around another good old Virginia block
[01:18.99] If my ears hears the sound of a slate rock on the ground,
[01:35.34] clicking the drops of the rain coming down,
[01:37.19] along a front walk,
[01:38.93] in the Blue Ridge
[01:39.88] The rim of dirt on the brim of a brow,
[01:42.51] the skin of sweat on the handle of a plow,
[01:45.36] Miles and miles of tobacco in the south,
[01:48.05] from a back road,
[01:48.96] in the Blue Ridge
[01:50.72] Then my home must be around another good old Virginia block
[01:58.05] I've got family in Canada,
[02:01.63] family in New York
[02:04.32] I've got friends in every other place I've played
[02:08.94] But I can't keep from planting all my plans of family stuff
[02:14.30] Down between the weeds in the red dirt clay
[02:19.70] And my ears hears a hundred bees riding that udwarding breeze,
[02:24.31] a veil and a bucket by a pair of oak trees,
[02:27.02] Just another blonde kid,
[02:28.83] in the Blue Ridge
[02:30.69] It's all to make a pattern of love,
[02:32.58] to roost a lava field of white doves,
[02:35.28] with just a pitchfork and a pair of thick gloves,
[02:37.96] for your whole life, in the Blue Ridge
[02:40.61] The pick up and go,
[02:44.33] the bent back and the grunt-chicked coal,
[02:45.24] The gleam of your white underclothes,
[02:47.96] in the back seat,
[02:50.69] in the Blue Ridge
[02:51.58] The pile of bacon by a couple fried eggs,
[02:53.30] kiss marks and hearts on a picnic table leg,
[02:55.29] The quartet fretting on up in my head,
[02:58.86] on my long walk,
[03:00.64] through the Blue Ridge
[03:01.59] And my home comes up around another good old Virginia block
[03:10.69]