I'm just sick of the city folk calling me a hick because I'm walking through the hollow with a stick
Yeah, you yuppie yups can swallow this stick
I'm not a hog
I don't wallow in spit
No, I'm am absolutely capable soul
Born dirt poor in a mining hole
Where my mama gave up wishing as she sat there in a kitschy little Appalachian kitchen alone
Mama's little baby's got rocks in his head
He talks to the dead, oh
But don't walk with his head low
I've got too much pride
Wild, wonderful, and high
To let my spirit die
I get sauced and it comes at a hell of a cost
I burn all of the bridges I cross
I take the wrong path, get lost
When I wake up in the morning I'm covered in frost
No, I'm actually a capable soul
Born dirt poor in a mining hole
Where my mama gave up wishing as she sat there in a kitschy little Appalachian kitchen alone
Mama's little baby's got rocks in his head
He talks to the dead, oh
But don't walk with his head low
I've got too much pride
Wild, wonderful, and high
To let my spirit die
Time for me to cross
Stepping through the moss
Where dew had left a gloss
It's time for me to cross
Lights will lead the way
A car putting on it's brakes
The sound a tire makes
Lights will lead the way
You'll be there soon if you talk to the man in the moon
It's not far for the yuppie in the foreign car
Quite a trek if you ask the old man with the broken neck
Blocking the way for you
Life is such a gas
Some drink to make it pass
And all others drive too fast
Life is such a gas
You'll be there soon if you talk to the man in the moon
It's not far for the yuppie in the foreign car
Quite a trek if you ask the old man with the broken neck
Blocking the way for you
I could use a man to destroy me when I need it
Who can build me up when I'm broken
Use some wire just to fix me for a while
I don't mind if he's got one eye and he falls down drunk on his face
He's got to love me like my father
But he should know he never could
So if he tries to I'll cut him down
Like any proud woman should
I don't mind if he's got one eye and he falls down drunk on his face
I don't mind if he's gone all the time and he never even sees his kids
I'll keep him at a distance
It's only then I'll miss him
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Self-recorded and self-produced over three or four days in March of 2019.
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