Holler Rose
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โฑ๏ธ 4:52 duration
๐ ID: 5750405
๐ Lyrics
I wiped away the tears like they were flies on the melon
As she fell into my arms, I was 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 'n 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
Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner
Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner
Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner
Holler Rose
As she fell into my arms, I was 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 'n 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
Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner
Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner
Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner
Holler Rose
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:20.12] I wiped away the tears like they were flies on the melon
[00:24.10] As she fell into my arms, I was buying what she was selling
[00:30.36] The furrows deep and newly plowed
[00:35.12] There's mercy in the seed put down
[00:41.13] Washed in the blood of the things we kill
[00:45.46] Be it time, or man, or that big coal hill
[00:51.20] Go tend the youngins, go jack your jaw
[00:55.52] No sorrow here, no not none at all
[01:03.55] Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner
[01:13.71] Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner
[01:24.05] Unto my wife I'll shape the clay
[01:28.73] Her golden flesh like hickory splayed
[01:34.07] The country blue in disposition
[01:39.12] She's tall and green and manifesting
[01:44.73] What will I leave in my wake
[01:49.52] The ravings of an idle hound?
[01:54.93] What will I leave in my wake
[01:59.72] A thread that binds the lost 'n found?
[02:07.44] Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner
[02:17.88] Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner
[02:28.23]
[02:48.20] Learn our boys the gospel sound
[02:52.89] The brimstone dance, the earth befouled
[02:58.69] Beneath these old sour quilts is a mess of marriage sweat
[03:07.85] You've got to be willing to play the long game
[03:13.65] You can't tuck tail and dive out of the frame
[03:21.49] Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner
[03:31.95] Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner
[03:42.21] Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner
[03:52.30] Holler Rose
[04:00.56]
[00:24.10] As she fell into my arms, I was buying what she was selling
[00:30.36] The furrows deep and newly plowed
[00:35.12] There's mercy in the seed put down
[00:41.13] Washed in the blood of the things we kill
[00:45.46] Be it time, or man, or that big coal hill
[00:51.20] Go tend the youngins, go jack your jaw
[00:55.52] No sorrow here, no not none at all
[01:03.55] Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner
[01:13.71] Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner
[01:24.05] Unto my wife I'll shape the clay
[01:28.73] Her golden flesh like hickory splayed
[01:34.07] The country blue in disposition
[01:39.12] She's tall and green and manifesting
[01:44.73] What will I leave in my wake
[01:49.52] The ravings of an idle hound?
[01:54.93] What will I leave in my wake
[01:59.72] A thread that binds the lost 'n found?
[02:07.44] Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner
[02:17.88] Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner
[02:28.23]
[02:48.20] Learn our boys the gospel sound
[02:52.89] The brimstone dance, the earth befouled
[02:58.69] Beneath these old sour quilts is a mess of marriage sweat
[03:07.85] You've got to be willing to play the long game
[03:13.65] You can't tuck tail and dive out of the frame
[03:21.49] Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner
[03:31.95] Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner
[03:42.21] Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner
[03:52.30] Holler Rose
[04:00.56]