plains of tellico and it holds them like a vase of souls on the plains of tellico

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1 plainsoftellico through24valleysand24hills for24thousandyearsithasspilledanddancedinpools andshallowrills nowwithgaspingbreathliesstill ontheplainsoftellicowherethewaterofthetennesseeflows anditholdsthemlikeavaseofsoulsontheplainsoftellico welltheindianslostandtheyheadedwest homesteaderscameandplowedovertherest neithercouldtheystandthetest ofagovernmentrequest ontheplainsoftellicowherethewaterofthetennesseeflows anditholdsthemlikeavaseofsoulsontheplainsoftellico onthewaytotheohio nowthebloodandthetearsandtheplow'sleftbehind weallturnandyieldtoahappiertime nowitseemswe'vecometofind sequoyah'snameonacul du sacsign ontheplainsoftellicowherethewaterofthetennesseeflows anditholdsthemlikeavaseofsoulsontheplainsoftellico onthewaytotheohio ontheplainsoftellico onthewaytotheohio Buffalo to Washington (written by Greg Stiglets) Rolling past these green fields and twisting through the mountains like a snake in through the brambles rolling out, never go this path again But I don t have to pay heed to the track that lays before me that old engineer is gonna drive, the motor moves, and takes me where I long to go Away from feeling so damn low I ve jumped this train but I m not riding first class by a long shot, I ll just sit here in the corner of this boxcar counting stops and broken dreams It s something that I m used to, at the same time not familiar I ll just roll on out, new places call me, it s really not as lonesome as it seems After all I ve done and seen Some look me and yearn to hit the tracks, take off running like a shot that rings out loud and true, ride the rails and see the pretty sites

2 But some just look and shake their heads and wonder what the hell I must have thought when I lit out on my own to see the big bright city lights Ain t no use to try and fight I ll put my pillow beneath my weary head and know the rhythm of the tracks lulls me quick to sleep, not lay awake and think of what I ve done I ll sleep into the distance and when the morning wakes me there ll be a new place waiting for me and when they ask me where I m from Buffalo to Washington, tell em I m just having fun BideMyTime(writtenbyAnyaHinkleandJesseLanglais) Twoyearsbackandforthbeforethedoor Patternthinuponthelinoleumfloor I mgoingtobidemytime Downbytherustyrailsandthekudzuvines Farawayfromtheinterstate40whine Goodbye,solong,faretheewell,I mleavingyoutoday Goodbye,solong,faretheewell,won tbetheonetosay Mylove sgoneaway Thoughtsofyoucomerollingdowntheline Onnarrowgaugestwistingthroughmymind Thebettermemoriesfrombefore They recomingwithmebuti mnotcomingbackformore AlltherestI llleaveonthecuttingroomfloor Goodbye,solong,faretheewell,I mleavingyoutoday Goodbye,solong,faretheewell,won tbetheonetosay Mylove sgoneaway I mgoingdowntotheriver Indad srustedchevrolet Don taskmewhati lldotilligetthere ProbablystareatthatMaconcountyclay Love sseason sleftbehind Bouquetofbittersweetontherailroadsign AsIsitonthetailgatedrinkingwine Goodbye,solong,faretheewell,I mleavingyoutoday Goodbye,solong,faretheewell,won tbetheonetosay Mylove sgoneaway Mylove sgoneaway

3 Good Hard Rain (by Anya Hinkle) I vebeentraveling,beenontheroad Lookingforsomething,forwhatIjustdon tknow ButIgotmybabyandIgotmyhome KnowI llfinditnomatterwhereiroam AgoodhardrainiswhatIneed Totakethesebluesawayfromme Sittingonamountainallalone Needsomethundertoshakemybones Grabacupofcoffee,topoffthetank Mondaymorning,I llstartanotherweek Theboyatthestationgivesmeasmile Sayingyoutakecare,seeyouinawhile AgoodhardrainiswhatIneed Totakethesebluesawayfromme Sittingonamountainallalone Needsomethundertoshakemybones BackonthehighwayI llkeeprollingon Gonnaburnthesebluestillthey regone Gonnawipethesefurrowsoffmybrow Gonnaburntheseblues,I llfindawaysomehow AgoodhardrainiswhatIneed Totakethesebluesawayfromme Sittingonamountainallalone Needsomethundertoshakemybones AgoodhardrainiswhatIneed Totakethesebluesawayfromme Sittingonamountainallalone Needsomethundertoshakemybones Wanderin Boy(writtenbyBryanClendenin) I mjustawanderin boyi llalwaysroamaround I vealwaysgotsomeplacetogothatiain tfound Travelallalonesonoonewillweighmedown Justawanderin boyandi mgoingtowntotown

4 There snothinginmypocketsican tpaytherent Guesstimeoutontheroadisalwaystimewellspent HadalittlegirlbutIletherdown OnthatwintermorningwhenIranoutofthetown Icouldneversettledown,theroadbeneathmyfeet Stayathomelivingonthisdeadendstreet Mymindismadetoramblelikealeafoutinthewind Justawanderin boyheadeddowntheroadagain I llalwaysbearamblerandican tsettledown It snorthtosouthandeasttowestandroundandround Travelallalonesonoonewillweighmedown Justawanderin boyandi mgoingtowntotown Icouldneversettledown,theroadbeneathmyfeet Stayathomelivingonthisdeadendstreet Mymindismadetoramblelikealeafoutinthewind Justawanderin boyheadeddowntheroadagain WilkinsCountyWood(writtenbyGregStiglets) Wellmymindgoesbacktotheplaceitwaswhenitallbegan Iwasshufflingthroughthefieldsthatledthroughmygranddaddy sland WhenIcameuponahilltopoverlookinggentlestreams MarkedtheplacethatI dcomebacktoraisethepostandbeams Ohmydaddysaidtonevercutthewoodsogreenandyoung AndtheWilkinsCountysawmillnevercheckedforsquareorplumb ButthemoneythatIhadwouldneverbuythewoodfromtown SotheWilkinsCountysawmilliswhereIlaidmymoneydown Anditwaswayoveryonder,overhillanddale Ibuiltaroadsostrongtotakemetoandfroandneverfail AndthetwistedpileoflumberIwasgonnabuilditthere ButittwistandfellbecausethedamnedoldWilkinsCountyWoodwasoutofsquare Shouldhavemilledthewoodmyselfwithnothingbutahatchetinmyhand SavemyselfthetroubleIwouldn twishonanyman Happinessandmemory,I mstandingintherain ThinkingonthegirlIlovedthatwillnevertakemyname Becausesheleftmemoaning,beggedhernottogo Butswinginga12 poundhammershakingframingstraitsabouttobreakmybacki know

5 AndthetwistedpileoflumberIwasgonnabuilditthere ButittwistandfellbecausethedamnedoldWilkinsCountyWoodwasoutofsquare AndIlaidthetrussesbutmybloodturnedcold Watchingtheframethatwastohousemeandmywifewhenwewereold Twistandslowlyfallingandquickbecamethepast JustlikethatoldWilkinsCountywoodourlovewasnevermeanttolast MorethanIcantake(writtenbyGregStiglets) Leftthefrontporchlightonalmostalldamnnightlong Neverrearedyourprettyhead Finallyrolledinatdawn,eatabiteandwithayawn Atlastyoucometobed Butit stimeformetowake,thiswayoflivingismorethanicantake It scolderthanithasbeeneverinthishousesinceidon tknowwhen Thesunisgonnarise Icanlieandkidmyself,laughaboutyouifnothingelse Makinguptheselittlelies Butit stimeformetowake,thiswayoflivingismorethanicantake IfIjumpontheinterstateIcanmakeitbacktomommabydaybreak ChangethispathI mon Wouldn tmattermuchtoyou,sleepingoffwhateveritisyoudo You dneverknowtilliwasgone Maybeit stimeformetowake,thiswayoflivingismorethanicantake Coffee sstrongimadethismorning,stirsmefrommysleep AllthesethingsthatIknownowaremorethanIwanttokeep Maybeit stimeforyoutowake,thiswayoflivingismorethanicantake Maybeit stimeformetowake,thiswayoflivingismorethanicantake RiverisRising(writtenbyStacyClaude) RiverisrisinginCarolina,wateriscomingdown RiverisrisinginCarolina,wateriscomingdown Movethehorsesinthepasturetohigherground Movethehorsesinthepasturetohigherground Ohhh,thewater,takemedown Ohhh,muddywater,takemedown Parunsouttothefieldofcottontowatchitdrown Parunsouttothefieldofcottontowatchitdrown

6 Fromtherooftopsinthevalleywatchthewatercomingdown Fromtherooftopsinthevalleywatchthewatercomingdown Ohhh,thewater,takemedown Ohhh,muddywater,takemedown Tennessee(writtenbyAnyaHinkle) Rollingeastthroughmidstatelimestonecliffs Blastedbyapowderminethroughfields Joinedbypowerlines Imissyou I mcominghome,cominghome,toyoumylove Theviewfromhereissomethingtobehold Somuchchangecouldhaveneverbeenforetold Throughthewisdomofthefamilyfold Imissyou I mcoming home, coming home, to you my love A line of faces pass in a blur A loving hand I tried to secure What could have been I ll never know for sure But I found you Now I m coming home, coming home, to you my love Coming home, coming home, to you my love When I Can Read My Title Clear (written by Isaac Watts) When I can read my title clear to mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, and wipe my weeping eye Let cares, like a wild deluge come, and storms of sorrow fall By grace I ll safely reach my home, my God, my heav n, my All. And there I ll bathe my weary soul in streams of heav nly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll across my peaceful breast. Across my peaceful breast, across my peaceful breast, And not a wave of trouble roll, across my peaceful breast.

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