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Sing high, sing cold.
A carrion crow sat upon a dead oak.
Sing high, sing cold. It sang about an arrow's mark and terrible woe.
A man took offense to the song so bitter and cold.
"Don't you know that I walk upon the highest road?"
Go fetch me my old bent bow.
So I may shoot you, carrion crow.
Sing high, sing cold.
The man took aim with his old bent bow.
Beneath my feet you shall go, carrion crow.
The man shot and missed his mark.
Shot his own wife through the heart.
Carrion crow sat upon dead oak.
Singing high, singing cold.
Beneath my feet you may go,
and soon you won't walk alone.
You won't walk alone.
Beneath my feet you may go,
and soon you won't walk alone.
The bells did ring, the bells did toll
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Feet stompin' like the thunderclaps,
to a tune of my years younger,
tryin' to pull the words from the back of my head
but the sleep just pulled me under.
It pulls you under.
Tears steamin' like the rain it pours
to a dream of my years younger,
trying to pull the feeling of a younger heart
but it's hiding from the rain and the thunder.
Rain and the thunder.
I buried my six string in a lonesome grave
to a silence so cold and dreary,
it's the only way the wind she howled,
you built the road that left you weary.
What left you weary?
With dirt 'neath my nails and gleam in my eye,
dug deeper on down and resurrected
a song to make the hardest heart cry.
The string did tremble, the drums did boom.
In a caravan to the sky,
away we all flew under the red of a harvest moon.
Somewhere lost in the sky, you flew away with best intentions.
I named a star up above for the one
who flew away with best intentions.
Who flew away.
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Nite owl in the branches so high, pale yellow eyes of dying light.
Looking down you can see the hellfires burning bright, I know I do.
Smoke travelin' like a long black train to the sky.
You sleep with one eye open all through the nite.
Nite owl in the branches so high, pale yellow eyes of dying light.
Looking down you can see the hellfires burning bright, I know I do.
You sleep with one eye open all through the nite,
and fly away at first sight of the morning star shining bright.
Low the daystar hangs upon your head.
Whoo!
There's blood on a feather, there's blood on a wing.
For a deed that I done, so long ago it feels like a dream
So I resigned myself to hide, under a darkness so lonesome and wide.
Til my idle time passes me by and we may meet again,
and through the Western sky ride.
There's blood on a feather.
When you fly away at the first sight,
of the morning star shining down so bright.
Low the daystar hangs upon your head
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Come follow me down to the San Luis,
under brightest stars and softest breeze,
Broke down car in the field, 1943,
stars falling on your head from heights that you've never seen.
Come follow me down to the San Luis,
under bluest skies and warm summer breeze.
Get your heart a buzzin' through the wildflowers like a bee,
and come follow me down to the old San Luis Valley.
I think I saw your face if I let myself believe,
shinin' high in the sky over the old San Luis.
Get your boots kickin' through the mountains, through the trees,
and come follow me down to the old San Luis Valley.
Come follow me down to old San Luis Valley
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Have you fell into a dream? For what seemed like years in a nite.
She rode upon a snow white steed, in her lungs winter's breath, eyes of Northern Lights.
Her song is heard all across the sullen plains whenever it snows, whenever it rains.
In her lungs winter's breath, eyes of Northern Lights.
The porch bells ring and chime, echoing long gone days and simpler times.
I fell from mountain tops, through canyons deep and wide.
Then in the whitest of blizzards, I opened up my eyes.
In her lungs winter's breath, eye of Northern Lights.
In her lungs winter's breath.
I cried away all my diamond tears til coal fell from from my eyes.
Then with the coal a fire I built to keep me warm through a hundred black nites.
Til the Spring and the sunshine broke, and the cold sang my bones goodbye.
Goodbye, goodbye my friend goodbye,
put some ink in my arm to shine a light in your eye.
I saw you up there in the Western sky, so I say fare thee well to my friend goodbye
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Firewalked the Devil's highway for five years lost and down.
Hell froze over, blinded by white from sky to the ground.
In deep tracks sinkin' low, wolf pack followin' cold.
This is the highest road by way of the lowest road.
I walked on the high road and stumbled to the lowest road.
I walked on the low road climbing to the highest road.
I run with the wolves, I chew from the bone.
I chew from the bone, and I run with the wolves.
I run with the wolves
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"Two black clouds hang high in the sky,
overhead where I stand and to where my horse will ride.
Hoofbeats solemn and low, while the wing howls of coming cold.
I'm a walking dead man in chains, I'm a number not a name.
They caught me running Southwest where the lands are still wild and free.
I was young and dumb and had a gun, but I swear he fired first at me.
So now low my head hangs and dark are my coming days.
I'm a walking dead man in chains, I'm a number not a name."
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They would have our necks in a noose I know,
if it were the days of hangin' at the gallows pole.
It's only two devils that blow the smoke from a murderers bone.
Blowing to and fro at the base of gallows pole.
The gallows pole.
The branches bowed down below the weight
of a king's nest that was heavy of marrow.
Short of sorrow, to the gallows pole!
The gallows pole.
They would have our necks in a noose I know,
if it were the days of hanging at the gallows pole
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Recorded in Denver, CO @ Hothouse & Headley Grange USA by T.G. Olson
All tones and room sounds are natural with no added digital effects
Mixed and produced by T.G. Olson
Remastered by T.G. Olson ~ 2018
Art and design by T.G. Olson
