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Jasper County Blues
Brian Revels & the Heat Lightning
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Walk up in the kitchen and what do I see?
But some Jasper County homegrown
Waiting on me
Well Hello Monticello
I think I'll sit a spell
I've got some friends in Jasper County
And Lord they like to treat me well
Hippies on the front porch
Some peace up in the pipe
I blew in from the city for to stay a night
One night lasted for many a moon
Smoking Jasper County lord
And singing them Jasper County Blues
And the floor of the forest
Is singing us a chorus
And all the days behind us and before us
Ain't worth the worry
I ain't in no hurry when I'm with you my friends
It's good to be together again
Collards in the kettle
Got some pork up in the pan
S'posed to work in the morning
Lord I don't think I can
Carson's got a stillhouse
In the trunk of his car
Lord and Jamey's just a-grinning
And toting that mason jar
I have seen the pearly gates of Virginia-Highlands
The irish folk and buzzing hymns
I have seen fire illuminate your face
In a sprawling holly in your yard
Baptize me friends in the streets we gamble through
Drums you are a-beating me
Building altars to Bob Dylan
And reading the Tao Te Ching
Like your grandfather's read scripture
In a sunday school room beyond our atmosphere
There are universal catholic candles burning
And demons throwing dice
Three sevens in a row and still rawlin'
They say the madness that space has made you
Is also the reason the clouds and seas move outward
Shine you do down like rays of asking moonbeams
Into the caverns of my mysterious portions
There are no secrets between us
Moving with the seas
You are like transcendental notions reforming me
Sweet you are like dogwoods in April
I love you friend who i lean on
At each other's backs we are like crescent moons
Pointing our ends outward
Come now and open the latch of the old wood gate
And meet me in the flowering
Lift your golden fingers and turn my dial slightly leftward
Let our words run like headwaters of rivers
That roll back within us and then out again to carve mountains
We are not victims
But the world itself
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