Jeff Black
Jeff Black - Folklore songtekst
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My dear sweet daddy was the banjo boy Grew up poor on a little farm Old dirt town ain't there no more Just a road through the field was all we found If you close your eyes and free your mind You can see the store and the little mill Brothers jumping down the railroad track Lotos' voice rolling down the hill Folklore hovers around the jamboree Where the tree line meets the sky Wrap the words in a ribbon Around her broken wing That's how you're going to learn to fly Bob-white whistler through the summer wheel Don't you know he's got a better view Grandma claimed a quarter cherokee I got the blood and the locket And the picture she drew Imagination is blessed thing To have and hold just what you want You can conjure up a bright light dream Or find a dark old house to haunt Dance all night and don't slow down Jump so high to steal the crown Bless the child and all we found Cuss that ivy moon Promenade a dance hall reel Never mind the whippoorwill I found an arrowhead in a cotton field That was just about to bloom My old body is going to die someday I want to turn to dust on a country road Tune me into the song you play So this world won't ever let me go