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Roots
01:15
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I grow with my roots in the air Like a tree knocked over
By a storm from somewhere
I don’t know
Why I grow with my roots in the air Like some upside-down freak
At which you might you stare
You don’t know
Why I grow with my roots in the air Never held to one place
Don’t belong anywhere
That I know
But I grow
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Coal Miner
03:20
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Coal mine, coal mine, help me out
Can’t grow a thing in this god forsaken drought Got two kids and a wife to feed
And cant make a living selling dust and weeds
And if money is the root of all evil then I’m digging my way into hell
But evil is putting food on the table so I keep building my hard earned cell
Coal mine, coal mine, what have you done? Haunt my dreams and paint my lungs
Is there a story teller who can track
What made the heart of this mountain so black
And if money is the root of all evil then I’ve dug myself straight into hell While the rich man keeps getting richer and I can die in my hard earned cell
Coal mine, coal mine, let me out
No one can hear me cry or shout
There ain't no mercy in the back of your cave But I made a little money digging my own grave
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Carolina
02:56
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Bought me a one way ticket to Carolina
Hoped I could find someplace to land
Running from the love I thought I’d find in you You still hold mine in the palm of your hand
Found me a job and a house in Carolina
Dont cry no more just watch the willows weep Still feel your skin I still I hear your voice I See your face when I fall asleep
Let me go
Found me a lover in Carolina
He don’t know I dream of the west coast
Cause I paint pretty smiles and laugh at stupid jokes All the while its yours I miss the most
Let me go
Let me go
Climbed me a mountain in Carolina
Then I got lost and prayed to never be found If I can’t have you I don’t need no-one else I Sing along to the forest’s lonely sound
Let me go
Let me go
Free
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Tough as Nails
04:20
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Look down at the scars see a life lived near see a life lived far But you can never see just what they are
Their my fathers hands
Taught me how to work how to be a friend Showed me what it is to be a man
Traced the lines back to a time
When he was a man my age
Those hands built a boat fell in love and sailed away
Read the cracks just like a page you can see he fell away Lost his love lost is mind see where the bottles left him blind
All the withered leather on his knuckles From fights and random angry scuffles If you follow every trace
You can see him fingers interlaced Kneeling down with closed eyes
While he prays
Tough as nails rough as sand
I’m grateful for my fathers hands
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Kate Leigh Bryant Asheville, North Carolina
Kate Leigh Bryant is a violinist/fiddler, and singer-songwriter based out of Asheville, NC. She has been featured with The Western Carolina Writers and Open Folk Asheville. Her original music ranges from sentimental folk to rowdy dive bar country. “Roots”, her debut EP is now available for download and streaming. ... more
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