Baker

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lyrics

honey, won't you take me down to baker, west virginia
in the appalachian mountains where the lost river flows
to a little shack on top of a hill
come on, i'll ride with ya
but only if you take me down to baker, west virginia

in the morning we can wake up before the crack of dawn
grab our reels and waders and head out to the pond
throw bacon on the griddle and whiskey in our joe
we'll cast a line on country time, ain't got nowhere to go

afternoon came faster than an eastbound coal train
we saddled up the mules and got them ready for the day
then we took them up death mountain through a rocky winding trail
if we ain't back till sunrise tell mom we lost our way

when evening comes around we'll head out to the bog
fry up all the catfish and sing with the bullfrogs
young michael grabs his bango and billy grabs his spoons
we'll stomp our feet and clap our hands and sing a country tune

twilight came about the time the moon was strong and bright
we heard an angry old voice, grizzled, gravelled, through the night
it was the ghost of old man jenkins, had awoken from the dead
we gave him chew and moonshine, sent him off to find his head

credits

from Haint Blue, released August 1, 2015
Lyrics by Ian "Daddy" Finch

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tags: folk Baltimore

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Haint Blue Baltimore, Maryland

The lyrics tell stories of struggles with faith, family, addiction, and the achievement of moving forward. Like the color, their music is easy to appreciate because of how cheery it appears but remains engaging because of what lies beneath the surface. This multifaceted structure to their music makes Haint Blue not just a successful folk band but a welcome addition to the scene as a whole. ... more

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