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Show Me
04:23
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Homeward bound, sacred Georgia ground
With mine feet upon red clay
Whereon I walk, one day I’ll lay.
Go now baby girl, my mama once said,
Take flight with your dreams but careful where you land.
Watch for the road signs they’ll lead you on your way.
And watch for the trouble when the devil wants to play.
Well I’ve been gone too far for far too long,
I’ve done lost my way and the damage has been done and I say…
Show me my way back home
The weeds are all tall and its overgrown.
I’ve been shufflin’ my feet in the Georgia clay
And hope I make it home in the light of day.
Magnolia pecan pie, teardrop rainin’ from my mama’s eye.
And I’ll be sittin’ on the front porch sippin’ sweet tea
And prayin’ that my past wasn’t following me.
Devil came a callin, he was singin my name
Lips like honey but his eyes were aflame.
Feeding me the embers and then watching me burn.
Living in the ashes is a good way to learn.
They say it’s always darkest before the dawn,
And that which does not kill you leaves you feelin strong but I say…
Show me my way back home
The weeds are all tall and its overgrown.
I’ve been shufflin’ my feet in the Georgia clay
And hope I make it home in the light of day.
Magnolia pecan pie, teardrop rainin’ from my mama’s eye.
And I’ll be sittin’ on the front porch sippin’ sweet tea
And prayin’ that my past wasn’t following me.
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2. |
Little Bit O' Sin
03:56
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Heaven on Earth is the way I feel
when you come to my temple, pray and kneel.
You know I’m so devoted to you,
I can tell by your touch you’re devoted too.
And I ain’t gonna wait for Sunday to give my Sunday best.
There’s a service goin’ on right here and now,
best get yourself undressed.
Layin’ on of hands is what I got in mind,
there’s a revelation comin’ if ya give it time.
Can I get an amen for a little bit of sin?
You were down on your knees but I never heard you pray til then.
You got me callin’ to Jesus, got me fallin’ to pieces
Then you lift me back up again.
And when I praise your name,
lord ya know your love’s not in vain, testify. I wanna testify.
Lord have mercy on a girl like me,
you got me so inspired I can hardly breathe.
I know you’re a righteous man
cause you sure know your way around the holy land.
Boy, how a taste of sweet salvation can truly set you free.
If you ever get to thinkin that nothing is sacred
just get ya some divinity.
I can feel the rapture takin’ hold
and I’ll do unto others like I was told.
Once was lost but now I’m found,
Bit that apple now I’m goin’ down,
Come down with me, down with me.
There’s no shame in feelin’ this damn good
If you’re thinkin’ misbehavin’ yeah I think you should
Come down with me, down with me
Lay me down in ecstasy, I really love knowin ya biblically,
Come down.
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Little Brother
03:47
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Daddy was a man who sold his soul,
Made a deal with the devil that turned him cold,
Not a day went by when Mama didn’t cry.
All that booze brought a woman to tears,
All the beauty on her face soggy and smeared every night.
Mama was a woman of depth and love
With the grace of an angel from God above.
My brother and me, she taught us both to see,
Everyone has their cross to bear
When it gets too heavy be sure you’re there on your knees.
Little brother take my hand,
we’ll help Mama best we can.
You and me go down to the river,
bare our feet and wash our sins,
Lose our tears in the turnin’ of the tide,
say another prayer for Mama and him.
Mama took the beatins to keep ‘em from us
But all the bruises couldn’t lie about who he was
How she loved that man, we could never understand
‘Bout a soul taken over by liquor and fear
Losing everything in life he once held dear as a man.
Once upon a time, they were in love
Like the folks in fairy tales that dreams are made of
‘Til the bank came to call on a loan he couldn’t pay.
Daddy lost the farm and a part of himself
Put his love for Mama way up on a shelf that day.
Where a man had once stood tall,
now there was no man at all.
All the booze had drained the life right from his frame
The day that he gave up and threw away his name.
Little brother take my hand,
we’ll help Mama best we can.
You and me go down to the river,
bare our feet and wash our sins,
Lose our tears in the turnin’ of the tide,
say another prayer for Mama and him.
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4. |
Last Chance Saloon
05:24
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Hell of a way, to end up the day
Here at the bar where the truth of you starts to come through.
May I sit down? I’ll buy the next round.
We’ll listen to Hank as the record spins sound through the room.
Funny how easy it is with a song,
The message is short but the memories long at the…
Last Chance Saloon, play an old jukebox tune.
Last Chance Saloon, lord don’t let it end soon.
Last Chance Saloon.
I don’t know you and you don’t know me
But you’re like a lover that I haven’t seen in a while.
And I think that you might feel the same too,
The look in your eyes tells me you recognize someone too.
Though we may be relivin’ the past
If it feels good let’s just let the night last at the…
CHORUS
I can see years in the lines of my face.
Tracks from my tears where I’ve fallen from grace once again.
All I have left is this beer and a song
Helpin’ me figure out where it went wrong in the end.
And I sure appreciate you here with me,
Memory lane sure feels good on my feet at the…
CHORUS
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5. |
Highest Bidder
04:14
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VERSE 1
You know my old granddad, he built the corner store.
He was a businessman, just like his papa before.
This whole town was built by my own kith and kin,
My kids will never know this place, the way that it was back then.
(Pre-chorus): Oh say can you see, these memories don’t come cheap.
In a hometown, lost to the highest bidder.
Downtown feeds off the old,
Hometown, lost to the highest bidder.
VERSE 2
That old bar that you see, it’s where we all used to meet
To celebrate death and life, and swallow our joy and our strife.
When those doors close up, an era will be gone.
Only some will remember, where they went to belong.
(Pre-chorus): Only time will tell, how much soul we can sell.
In a hometown, lost to the highest bidder.
Downtown feeds off the old,
Hometown, lost to the highest bidder.
BRIDGE:
I keep searching for used to be, hopeless case of missing identity,
I can’t seem to find the time.
I miss that place that I knew so well, where every face had a story to tell.
Won’t you help me find mine?
(Pre-chorus): But what’s lost can’t be found, when it’s your hometown.
In a hometown, lost to the highest bidder.
Downtown feeds off the old,
Hometown, lost to the highest bidder.
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Barefoot Kindred Laguna Beach, California
Barefoot Kindred is an Americana roots style band with a rapidly growing catalog of original work. Formed in Laguna Beach, the band is in California but is southern for sure. With sweet and sassy vocals infused with country spirit and songs that range from swampy, sticky grooves to tender tapestries, Barefoot Kindred brings listeners down home. ... more
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