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The Petrified Soldier
06:07
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I wrote home to tell my mother
About my post in Tennessee
How I was to guard Saltpeter cave
and mine it with every ounce of me
When I first rode up on her
The valley took my breath
The orders were to go under
So I went with sunlight and regret
this powder will win the war for us son
be fast be strong be mean
He strode away and echoes say
He yelled "careful you ain't seen"
Turned to stone in the dark
Turned to stone in the dark
All alone
All alone, a hardened heart
I saw the torchlight but I could not move
Even with that fire shoved right up in my eyes
It was just a little schoolboy
Followed closely by the loudest cry
Every soul around came to ponder
How for 15 years a man could stay
down in the deep, in my standard issue grays
i'd just laid down to rest my weary frame
Turned to stone in the dark
Turned to stone in the dark
All alone
All alone a hardened heart
Then the grassy cove three showed up right away
dragged me out and in the churchyard threw me in
underneath an unmarked grave
They said it was my right, my rightful place
But the school kids they weren't no help
Starin' at me all the way home
And that's when I knew what had happened to me
Trapped above this rock, these rocky bones
Turned to stone in the dark
Turned to stone in the dark
All alone
All alone a hardened heart
So the grassy cove 3 lifted my body up again
Buried me beneath the finest tree
Swearing on their unknown grave
They'd never say where they set me free
Most of the time
I hope my Momma
Can see me on my guard from up above
I protect this cave
Should someone enter without love
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Hanging Hiram Hall
04:15
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hanging hiram hall
hanging hiram hall
for his mom he took the fall
hanging hiram hall
wedding bells did ring
the whole family did sing
all but one would raise their voice
the groom's mother had no choice
she never liked that girl
cause to her son she meant the world
hiram.....was a real good boy
his momma used him like a toy
doing anything she'd ask
until murder was the task
Ida Bell got in her way
said son your wife she cannot stay
just send her out with the bucket
and you throw her in when she ain't lookin'
& down the well
Ida Bell, who was behind her
who?
Hiram listened to his Ma
said son go shoot your Pa
and in his sights he saw him
but the nerve to kill he had none
& down the well
Ida fell, who was behind her
who?
hanging hiram hall
hanging hiram hall
for his mom he took the fall
hanging hiram hall
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