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Walking in Tall Grass
05:09
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By Marion Halliday 2015 - All rights reserved
V1 - I was walking in the tall grass, sweltering in the heat,
Eyes on the trail ahead, not looking at my feet
Never had a warning, only felt the sting
V2 - When I stopped to take a look, imagine my surprise
A snake put a fang in me - but he paid a heavy price
They say a snake that loses a fang, he'll surely lose his life . . .
. . . I don't know why, but I'll keep walking in that tall grass
V3 - Go to school and get a job, then become someone's wife
In 20 years or so, find you need a different life
Time to make a change and go walking in that tall grass . . .
. . . I don't know why but I'll keep walking in that tall grass
Break: Without that snake, Eve might be in that garden still
Naked and dumb, blind to her free will
But one bite of an apple, one step into the wild
I left that garden and I kept on walking . . . in that tall grass for a while
V. 4 - I'm the kinda girl who likes to wander off the beaten path
Maybe get a little lost or maybe just not come back
Might meet a snake or two but I'll keep walking in that tall grass
. ..I don't know why but I'll keep walking . . .
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Can't Change the Truth
05:22
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By Marion Halliday 2016 - All rights reserved
V1. You can look down if you want to, You can look up and see the blue. But you stopped looking long ago, I stopped asking, don't wanna know. You’re gonna do what you're gonna do. . . . These things you’re gonna do
V2. I saw that mark it was on your skin, It says so much more then where you've been. But you can tell me what you want, Wont change what you’re gonna do. Won't change what we both know . . . is the truth
. . . can't change the truth. . . can’t change the truth. . .can’t change the truth
BREAK: We know the path you choose is yours alone to decide
All the love we have for you. May not be enough to make you change your mind . . . Can't change your mind . . .
V3-You can push that chair right up to the edge, One step from there you’re on the ledge But take one good look down, It's a very hard . . . ground, It's a very hard truth. These things you’re gonna do. . .Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Can't change the truth can’t change the truth can’t change the truth [2X]
You can look down if you want tom You can look up and see the blue
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Resting on Laurel Hill
05:06
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By Marion Halliday 2015 - all rights reserved
V. 1 - You'd climb Laurel Hill in the early morning sun
Dangle from the tall trees and watch that water run
Never dream that the frost would one day come
or your breath hang like a white cloud, or the leaves turn brown
V 2 - Starts with a simple thing, nothing to alarm
A slight chill or a dull ache, theres chores to be done
The cows to milk, and its time to harvest corn
We'd say hard work won't wait, you can rest when you're done
Cho: Shadows on the water, voices in the wind
Gone in a moment, as if they've never been
Once I brought you foxglove, wish that I could still
I'm looking, I can't find you on Laurel Hill
V. 3 - How fast a small cough can turn so very bad
The blossom of youth was all you would have
In a bed of foxglove you now rest
With lilac for your bonnet and lilies for your dress
V. 4 - I turn the soil from dawn until dusk
Looking for solace in the toil and the dust
All i find is all I can feel
When I walk to where you rest on Laurel Hill
V. 5 - I climb Laurel Hill in the fading of the sun
I stand in the cool shade and watch that water run
I dream of the day when I'll be resting still
Beside you in the foxglove on Laurel Hill
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Bullitt County
04:35
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By Marion Halliday 2016-all rights reserved
V 1 - The grass grows blue in the town where I was born
In Autumn we'd cut patterns taking hayrides in the corn
We'd hang tobacco from the beams in my daddy's farm
The men would drink their whiskey by the fire when work was done
Oh Bullitt County, Oh Bullitt County - where you gone
V 2 - The caves that I played in as a kid up in the knobs
Sheltered slaves on their way to freedom from the south
But change has seeped through the town like water on limestone
Its slowly carved away the good our lives were built on.
Oh Bullitt County, Oh Bullitt County-where you gone?
BREAK: So they built a super-highway, runs right through our town.
From the Gulf coast to the Great Lakes - its a 100 miles long.
Progress can bring problems, no matter what they say,
and the bluegrass can turn to brown and the corn fields rot away
V 3 - The Jesusp brothers were the first to plant that deadly crop
In the woods by the Armory they started out with pot.
Now they're cooking up a storm behind my daddy's barn
and the kids are cutting school to cut some meth
and Bullitt County's gone. .Its gone, its gone . . .
Oh Bullitt County, Oh Bullitt County - now its gone, now its gone, now its gone
V 4 - Cicadas hum in the night as we stare into the fire
Nothing much to say- we're all so God-awful tired
We admire our handiwork in the chemical and smoke
But no one plays in the caves our cuts patterns in the corn
anymore . . . anymore. . . . anymore . . no more, no more, no more
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Lost Things
04:31
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By Marion Halliday 2016 - all rights reserved
V1 - There is a flame that burns night and day, in a quiet park where children play. That flame reminds us that buried below are soldiers who died for us long ago. So I take a moment and cry for all the lost things in life,Then I take a moment and pray I won't end up like that one day
V2 - There was a flame that burned in my heart, you set it afire right from the start. But now that flame has burned to ash, The things that burn so hot never last. So I take a moment and cry for all the lost things in life
Then I take a moment and pray I won't be hurt again this way
Break - But if my prayers would make it so, I'd pray my love would never go, Id pray there'd be an end to war, but prayers don't work for me anymore. So I'll take a moment and cry for all the lost things in life
Then I'll take a moment and pray, I'll find my faith again some day- I'll find my faith . . again
V3 - There was a flame that tore 'cross the sky, it chased the darkness out of the night. For a moment I thought I saw God, but when the dark returned, I knew God was gone. So I take a moment and cry for all the lost things in life. Then I take a moment and pray I'll see that flame again one day. I'll see that flame again one day - I'll see the flame, I'll see that flame, I'll see that flame again . . . one day
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Callahan's Song
04:29
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By Marion Halliday 2014 - All rights reserved
V1: He came to this land ten years of age, by fourteen an orphan making his way On the dusty streets of Philadelph-y- i-a, that boy became a man He loved pretty Mary & she bore him a child, his life iseemed pretty good for a while Telling tales of Ireland at night by the fire, they’d sing to their son
CHO: Slan agus beannacht leat, Fly away Callahan, fly away home (2x)
V 2: Spanish flu took Mary and their wee baby son, Then he lost his job on the docks as a long shoreman. By 1922 he’d hit rock bottom, times they were hard. He took to drinking whisky, playing cards, pickin’ fights, He finally picked the wrong one late one winter’s night, Left a man dead on the street, no one to blame, but poor Callahan
V 3: Callahan was sentenced to Eastern State Penn, A place where no man had escaped from within. In a prison bound by thirty feet of stone, a man could still dream. He built himself a ladder and climbed to the other side, Ran into the dark of night and found a place to hide. Coppers never caught him but swore they heard him cry, he’d find a way home
BREAK: When dreams are dashed and ground into dust, The man that lives on will do what he must Build a ladder, scale a wall, dream a new dream, Fly a Way Home
V 4: Not every traveler to this land came here to stay, Some would return to their homeland one day. The say in 1924 in the County Clare, a man named Callahan Returned to live among them, bought a farm & prospered well, Raised a family of his own and to them he would tell, Tales of America and Eastern State Penn, and finding his way home
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Marion Halliday Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Songwriter Marion Halliday is proud purveyor of her own special blend of bluegrass and bourbon-infused original women- powered, Americana. Marion, a Kentucky native, now living in Philly, writes on a range of contemporary as well as historical topics. Marion plays solo as well as with her band, Trickster Sister, comprised of Jane Halliday on fiddle and Donna Bostock on bass. ... more
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