About "Carry Me Back" album:
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"Carry Me Back" by Old Crow Medicine Show, which was released in 2012 and consists of 10 songs.
Ain't It Enough
Show me a river,
I'll show you an ocean,
Show you a castle,
Turned into sand
For we rise and we fall,
And we crash on the coastline,
But only our love will last till the end
Fortune is fleeting
I was born and raised,
A bootlegger's boy,
In the Cherokee Hills,
I applied my trade,
In Mountain City,
I had me a time,
Just making money,
So I hauled my load,
Carry Me Back To Virginia
Well I come from the valley, I'm a rebel boy.
Born on the banks of the Shenandoah.
In '61, I went to the war,
To win one for Virginia!
Ya my brother went first and they called me to.
I was green as clover in the morning dew.
So I marched to the drum and I sang to the tune.
Carry me back to Virginia!
The farmin' life is a hell of a life
You scratch all day. You barely sleep at night
But when the works all done you know where I'll be found
High up in the hayloft rollin' around
Parked in the woodshed saturday night
Grand Ole Opry by the dashboard light
Baby's on the bench seat ready to go
So if you want to have fun,
Honey lets have a roll in the...
With your love like fire and your heart like a guillotine.
You can't sell the heart you stole
You left me standing by the side of the road feeling down
You're so bad
Worst person I know and the greatest lover I ever had
All my aces are on your floor
Half Mile Down
They come down from Washington City
To our Blue Ridge Mountain home
And across that crooked river
To the valley down below
I was swimmin' in that water
When they came up to the shore
Sayin' sorry son this won't be
Dry land here anymore
Born upon the Blue ridge, at the Carolina line
Baptized on the banks of the New River
Brought upon bluegrass and clear moonshine
And tough as iron but a heart soft as leather
Levi, lord, lord, lord, they shot him down
10 000 miles from a southern town
Like a fire on a mountain, running wild with no states
Playing nights at the golden horse shoe
Mississippi Saturday Night
Poor Mr. Deavel
From up in Clarksdale
Shot his brother with a pop, pop, pop
Spent 20 yrs of hard time, before he saw the light
Now he's preaching on the corner of a Mississippi Saturday night
Drop by the pawn shop by the motel
Dream all you want, you ain't goin nowhere
Ohh ladies in the juke joint are lookin for a fight
Hell, they'll hunt you like a rabbit on a Mississippi Saturday night
Headed down south to the land of the pines
And I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline
Starin' up the road
Pray to God I see headlights
I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm a hopin' for Raleigh
I can see my baby tonight
We Don't Grow Tobacco
Hardest work that ever I done,
Been beneath that burnin' sun
Was haulin' that tobacco 'round to cure.
Oh we'd chop that wicked weed
Till our hands and fingers bleed
I'm working like a mule, maybe more
We've been farmin' on this land since 1810
Through flood and drought and pestilence and war
Now I am sad to say
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