Holler Rose

I wiped away the tears like they were flies on the melon

As she fell into my arms, I was buying what she was selling

The furrows deep and newly plowed

There's mercy in the seed put down

Washed in the blood of the things we kill

Be it time, or man, or that big coal hill

Go tend the youngins, go jack your jaw

No sorrow here, no not none at all

Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner

Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner

Unto my wife I'll shape the clay

Her golden flesh like hickory splayed

The country blue in disposition

She's tall and green and manifesting

What will I leave in my wake

The ravings of an idle hound?

What will I leave in my wake

A thread that binds the lost 'n found?

Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner

Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner

Learn our boys the gospel sound

The brimstone dance, the earth befouled

Beneath these old sour quilts is a mess of marriage sweat

You've got to be willing to play the long game

You can't tuck tail and dive out of the frame

Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner

Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner

Holler Rose, the pious moonshiner

Holler Rose