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Oh brother, I’ll miss your face,
I’ll see it soon in a different place,
So you go your way, I’ll go mine,
I hope to see you standing in line,
Oh brethren, I hear your voices,
“keep your eye single through the choice,
and we’ll go our way, you go yours,
make your way back through the doors.”
Oh makers, it’s hollow as hell and heavy as heaven, the pains been felt,
but I’m not one to shake hands with doubt,
I’ll kiss the soil of the south,
Oh maker my voice is hoarse,
from calling out, from calling yours,
And oh you feel a unique love when you humble down with the dust.

Oh my father, I burnt my crops, sat upon alfalfa tops,
And watched me sins dance with the wind,
Oh father, I burnt my fields,
I can’t quite tell you how it feels,
But I let my mistakes burn with the grain.

Oh sister, love lies in trust,
so bury this with the moonlight,
don’t resurrect it with the morning sun,
Don’t give up what you true desire,
walk on through the refiner’s fire,
Oh man in the mirror,
take what you need, but don’t tarry here,
And though I haven’t seen your face,
I’ll drop my love to bare your name.

Oh my father, I burnt my crops, sat upon alfalfa tops,
And watched me sins dance with the wind,
Oh father, I burnt my fields,
I can’t quite tell you how it feels,
But I let my mistakes burn with the grain.

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from The Soil Of The South E​.​P., released January 12, 2012

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