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Robin Holcomb - Yr Mother Called Them Farmhouses lyrics
Yr mother called them farmhouses Where he rose out of the ground (If a woman walked) And when she told the story She made such a sickening sound (If a woman walked) His blood like sap or syrup Would slow way down (If a woman walked) And the heart not beating Making no sound His nose flared wide And he in his scree voice Would grab and tear A woman straight down And choke the voice As it came screaming out of her And he’d take her like that Nothing will grow Where anyone has suffered Nothing will grow Where anyone has died Nothing much grows In these mountains anywhere Except in the riverbottom Where the proving’s done I can tell you anything You’d like to know One of eight children All grown to eight great men Seven are gone now To start over again Rain is coming You can taste The salty blood Between your teeth The sound she made Coming after me The sad song she sang When she’s coming after me |
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