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Cotton And The Cane
Amy Helm
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I come from Arkansas roses
Hard times, broken noses
Backbeats, backseats, lucky charms, false alarms
End up all night, voices in the other room
Memos, prayers, and honeysuckle
White lightning, hurricanes
Cracked hands, thank-you-mans, driving rain, mud on the train
And breakdowns
And the poetry of the poor
My father was a sharecropper's son
Handed hope and hymns to ease the pain
The sacred songs my family sang
They're all that remain
Hmm-mm
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I come from Nissan dealers, backstabbers, dirty dealers
Heroin, I'm locked out again, the side of the road
Tears of dust and goodbyes
Said I love you on the phone
Kind hearts and compromises
Slamming doors, cheap disguises
Cigarettes, ashtray fires, chin to the chest, we're doing our best
Hanging breakdowns
Yeah, and always wanting more
Father was a sharecropper's son
Handed hope and hymns to ease the pain
The sacred songs my family sang
They're all that remain, hmm-mm
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