Twisted Laurel-Robert Earl Keen
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[ar:Robert Earl Keen]
[al:Happy Prisoner: The Bluegrass Sessions (Deluxe Edition)]
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[00:00.00]Twisted Laurel - Robert Earl Keen
[00:15.08]Just across the blue ridge
[00:18.94]Where the high meadows lay
[00:22.26]And the galax spreads through the new mown hay
[00:28.91]There's a rusty iron bridge
[00:32.68]Cross a shady ravine
[00:36.07]Where the hard road ends and turns to clay
[00:42.87]With a suitcase in his hand
[00:46.64]There the lonesome boy stands
[00:50.52]Gazing at the river sliding by beneath his feet
[00:58.22]But the dark water springs
[01:01.79]Through the black rocks and flows
[01:05.32]Out of sight where the twisted laurel grows
[01:25.88]Past the coal-tipple towns in the cold December rain
[01:33.22]Into Charleston runs the New River train
[01:39.83]Where the hillsides are brown
[01:43.56]And the broad valley's stained
[01:47.01]By a hundred thousand lives of work and pain
[01:53.93]In a tar-paper shack out of town across the track
[02:00.88]Stands an old used-up man
[02:04.02]Trying to call something back
[02:09.40]But his old memories stand like the city in the haze
[02:16.57]And his days have flowed together like the rain
[02:23.35]And the dark water springs
[02:26.95]Through the black rocks and flows
[02:30.58]Out of sight where the twisted laurel grows
[ar:Robert Earl Keen]
[al:Happy Prisoner: The Bluegrass Sessions (Deluxe Edition)]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]Twisted Laurel - Robert Earl Keen
[00:15.08]Just across the blue ridge
[00:18.94]Where the high meadows lay
[00:22.26]And the galax spreads through the new mown hay
[00:28.91]There's a rusty iron bridge
[00:32.68]Cross a shady ravine
[00:36.07]Where the hard road ends and turns to clay
[00:42.87]With a suitcase in his hand
[00:46.64]There the lonesome boy stands
[00:50.52]Gazing at the river sliding by beneath his feet
[00:58.22]But the dark water springs
[01:01.79]Through the black rocks and flows
[01:05.32]Out of sight where the twisted laurel grows
[01:25.88]Past the coal-tipple towns in the cold December rain
[01:33.22]Into Charleston runs the New River train
[01:39.83]Where the hillsides are brown
[01:43.56]And the broad valley's stained
[01:47.01]By a hundred thousand lives of work and pain
[01:53.93]In a tar-paper shack out of town across the track
[02:00.88]Stands an old used-up man
[02:04.02]Trying to call something back
[02:09.40]But his old memories stand like the city in the haze
[02:16.57]And his days have flowed together like the rain
[02:23.35]And the dark water springs
[02:26.95]Through the black rocks and flows
[02:30.58]Out of sight where the twisted laurel grows
