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Roanoke, Virginia—Blue Ridge Mountains born and raised
Roanoke, Virginia—Blue Ridge Mountains born and raised
Since the tender age of 19
I've been playing music most my days
Papa played the juice harp
And Grandma used to stomp and clap her hands
Mama plays piano, and Daddy—he's a trombone man
So when my brother picked up the guitar
I said I gotta do what I can
So he went down to the pawn shop
Bought me my first guitar
It was a four string piece of junk
But I played it 'til it died
I played a couple notes on that thing
And it got me going strong
Now when I get to singing
People tend to sing along
But it don't mean I'm a rock star
Just because I lit the fuse
I'm just out here jammin'
To these Low Down Musician Blues
So I bought my first five string
And it promptly got broke
Bought my second five string guitar
And that one got stole
Sometimes I can't win for losing
But I wanna tell you the truth
I'm not trying to stop playing music
'Til the Lord comes back to clean his footstool
Oh, just because nobody's listening
That doesn't mean we ain't out here paying dues
In fact we're kind of enjoying
These Low Down Musican Blues
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Red Sky
08:45
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Red sky in the morning, sailor's warning
Red sky at night, sailor's delight
I woke up this morning, my baby was fussing and a fighting
Got home tonight, my baby's alright
Every day can't be bright and sunny
Every woman can't always be sweet and polite
Sometimes you've gotta read the signs
You gotta know how to leave your worries behind
And when you get home that night, your baby's alright
Red sky in the morning, sailor's warning
Red sky at night, sailor's delight
Woke up this morning, baby was fussing and a fighting
I got home tonight, my baby's alright
Woke up this morning—dark and stormy
Baby didn't feel like being a ray of sunshine
You know I had to tiptoe around
I didn't splash in any puddles I found
But when I got home tonight, my baby's alright
Red sky in the morning, sailor's warning
Red sky at night, sailor's delight
Woke up this morning, baby was fussing and a fighting
I got home tonight, my baby's alright
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Soular Flare
06:35
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If you've got a fire, then you better burn it
If you've got a nine, you better have a permit
You don't know what people see
When they look at you and me
They're just drawn into that light
As it's burning in your eyes.
'Cause you're a Soular Flare, now
A burning Soular Flare, now
And if you've got a life, then you better earn it
Better to have lived than thrown it down the toilet
You don't see what people know
And if you did then you would show...
But they're just drawn into those lies
And from them ashes we will rise
A burning Soular Flare, now
Burning to the heavens
You're a Soular Flare, now
Burning for forever
So when you see the signs, you better run for shelter
It takes a healthy mind to fight against corruption
Never say that you believe (unless you)
Wear your heart upon your sleeve
The choice is yours; we must decide
If in that love you will abide
And become a Soular Flare, now
Burning to the heavens
You're a Soular Flare, now
Burning for forever.
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There's a train sittin' at the station
Blowing black smoke as high as the eye can see
Yeah there's a train sittin' at the station
And it's down there waitin' on me.
But I'm still home packing my bags,
If I miss that train I don't know where I'll be
Because my baby—she's out there waitin' on me
At the next stop down the line.
Said my baby is out there waitin' on me
At the next stop down the line.
Y'all know if I miss that train
Can't nobody tell me if my baby's still gonna be mine
Now, I said "Wait a minute, who was that?!"
I could've swore I just saw my best friend run by
Yeah I said "Wait a minute, who was that?!"
Look like he had his bags packed wearing a mighty big smile
Y'all know if I miss that train
I might as well just lay down and die.
Yeah there's a train sittin' at the station
Can't you see that black smoke rise?
Yeah there's a train sittin' at the station
Smokestack gleamin' in your eyes
I think I just heard that lonely whistle blow
Lord know I can't get out this town to save my life.
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Power Down
07:10
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Lineman's Dub
02:15
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Bottle of Red
08:38
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I got off work early and headed on home
So I could rest my mind and soul
The weekend's here; the weekdays gone
So I'll rejuvenate my weary bones
I head down to my cellar door
To find the juice that makes my heart rejoice
I read my labels upside down
As I pour the glass and pass it 'round
And the bottle says "Virginia,"
"Made with all the care and love that you you've got in ya."
And then we take a minute just to think
About the hands that brought it here to us.
And we sit on our front porch; we drink our bottle of wine
Just wasting time and just feeling fine
And it doesn't matter what used to be
'Cause that was then and this is now and the future's yet to see
And you're sat right here next to me
Eating crackers soft baked bread and cheese
For now we're just sitting here drinking
For now we're just sitting here thinking
The wine just flowing through our head
We're just sitting here—sitting here
With our bottle of red
Our bottle of red
And if I die, put a bottle in my coffin
'Cause I want the world to know that I was laughing
At the things that went right and the things that went wrong
With the hope of better things in the world to come
For now we're just sitting here drinking
We're just sitting here thinking
The wine just flowing through our head
We're just sitting here—sitting here
With our bottle of red
Our bottle of red
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Seedpicker Roanoke, Virginia
Seedpicker, a four piece crew from the hills and valleys of Southwestern Virginia, jams the blues, funk, soul, and reggae with fun arrangements of familiar feel-good classics and original tunes.
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