Red Clay MudV5.5

male vocals,folk

2026-04-30 04:30

Letra

Verse 1 The neon hum of the diner’s gone Like a fever dream at the break of dawn The corn is black and the well is dry And the eagle’s bones are in the sky I saw the ghosts of the Sunday best Walking hollow through the burning West. Chorus Oh, lay her down in the red clay mud She traded her soul for a gallon of blood The stars fell off of the blue silk sky And nobody stayed to watch her die Fold the flag and douse the light America’s sleeping in the deep, dark night. Verse 2 From the rusted mills to the silver shore The wolf is scratching at the parlor door We sold the copper from the courthouse bell To buy a ticket to a private hell Now the asphalt’s cracked and the wires hiss The land we loved is a Judas kiss. Bridge (Spoken low over a single droning string) There’s a silence now on the radio waves Just the sound of wind over shallow graves We built our house on a shifting sand And the river rose to take the land. Chorus Oh, lay her down in the red clay mud She traded her soul for a gallon of blood The stars fell off of the blue silk sky And nobody stayed to watch her die Fold the flag and douse the light America’s sleeping in the deep, dark night. Outro Sleep now... The iron’s cold. The story’s finished... And the land is sold. (Fade out with the sound of a slide dragging down the low E strin

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