Tennessee Tremor
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Sunrise bleedin' orange on the Cumberland pines
Another day walking these well-worn lines
Got a splintered porch board for my stage tonight
And a pawn shop screamer in the fading light
Six strings of rust, a crackle in the jack
Plugged it in an amp with a tear down the back
The air's so thick you can drink it from a jar
Just me and the ghost in this electric guitar
The katydids are preachin' in a three-part drone
But I'm about to give 'em a gospel of my own
My thumb clamps down, a gritty, calloused brace
Gonna shake the dust off this forgotten place
And the hills start to hum that distorted bar chord hymn
A Tennessee Tremor from the valley's rim
That heavy sound vibration, it rattles in my soul
Makes the weeds and the wiregrass start to lose control
They're swayin' to the rhythm, they're bowin' to the sound
As I crank that pawn shop thunder all over this town
This ain't no Nashville polish, this is red clay rage
Just a boy and his bar chords, turning a new page
They talk about the city, the money and the fame
Out here the only audience whispers out my name
It's in the weeping willow, the bend in the creek
Itโs the silent truth the rolling pastures speak
Learned to find the power in a simple C and G
Felt the speaker tremble right in front of me
It ain't pretty, ain't perfect, but Lord it rings so true
It's the only prayer I know, screaming out for you
The moon is rising heavy, a pearl in the black
There ain't no turnin' back, Lord, no turnin' back
My fingers find their footing, a familiar, gritty shape
This is my revival, my only real escape
And the hills start to hum that distorted bar chord hymn
A Tennessee Tremor from the valley's rim
That heavy sound vibration, it rattles in my soul
Makes the weeds and the wiregrass start to lose control
They're swayin' to the rhythm, they're bowin' to the sound
As I crank that pawn shop thunder all over this town
This ain't no Nashville polish, this is red clay rage
Just a boy and his bar chords, turning a new page
The sound wave hits the treeline, echoes in the draw
Bending all the rules, rewriting nature's law
The Queen Anne's lace is tremblin' by the fence post line
They're headbanging slowly, and they're doin' just fine
This vibration's deeper than the roots of oak and pine
It's the rhythm of this restless heart, finally beatin' in time
AND THE HILLS START TO HUM THAT DISTORTED BAR CHORD HYMN
A TENNESSEE TREMOR FROM THE VALLEY'S RIM
THAT HEAVY SOUND VIBRATION, IT RATTLES IN MY SOUL
MAKES THE WEEDS AND THE WIREGRASS START TO LOSE CONTROL
THEY'RE SWAYIN' TO THE RHYTHM, THEY'RE BOWIN' TO THE SOUND
AS I CRANK THAT PAWN SHOP THUNDER ALL OVER THIS TOWN
THIS AIN'T NO NASHVILLE POLISH, THIS IS RED CLAY RAGE
JUST A BOY AND HIS BAR CHORDS, TEARING UP THE PAGE!
Yeah... tearin' up the page...
The weeds are swayin'...
Yeah, the weeds are swayin'...