Holler Rose

I wiped away the tears like they was flies on the melon
As she fell into my arms, I's 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 to 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 the pious moonshiner