Текст песни Red Clay Roots - laura stevenson
When
the
cotton
takes
it's
toll
on
the
Carolina
soil,
And
your
soul
longs
to
go
sing
on
Yankee
radio,
Follow
the
sound
down
the
red
clay
road
Your
daddy's
gone,
The
bottle
broke,
Your
mother
sews
to
keep
her
home,
Your
brothers
croon
But
they
will
too
die
a
bottle
death
just
as
soon,
You'll
bury
them
deep
in
a
red
clay
grave
The
wash
is
boiling
in
the
ring
and
you
hear
a
lady
sing,
Lillie
Rae
sweetly
sways
while
the
old
victrola
plays,
Follow
the
sound
down
the
red
clay
road
Альбом
Sit Resist
1 Halloween Pts. 1 & 2
2 Master of Art
3 Caretaker
4 The Healthy One
5 Finish Piece
6 Peachy
7 8:08
8 Red Clay Roots
9 Barnacles
10 Montauk Monster
11 The Wait
12 The Weight
13 I See Dark
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