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Do Not Borrow Trouble
04:01
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Father, mother ever dear
I am your unworthy son
I seat myself to tell you
Of the ground that we have won
We look for a fight at Shiloh
In the black heart of Secesh
There’s a hundred thousand soldiers here
And we can get no rest
Oh oh oh oh
The waiting here will use us up
The hardtack’s hard to take
I’ll bear it like the others do
And whisper no complaint
We’re a mile from the Tennessee River
Where the peach trees bloom and sway
I’m way down south in the land of cotton
That’s more than some can say (x2)
Oh oh oh oh
Please do not borrow trouble
I am well, I do not fear
And do not believe rumors
I am sure that you will hear
I seen old Tightass Steward
I asked him how he goes
He does not like the soldiering
No letters come from home (x2)
Oh oh oh oh
Father, mother ever dear
I am your unworthy son
I seat myself to tell you
Of the ground that we have won
Please do not borrow trouble
I am well, I do not fear
And do not believe rumors
I am sure that you will hear
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I'll Take A Walk
04:31
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A call to arms 1861
I worked my farm, more work than I could get done
They need more men on the battle line to take their place
I’m a man of peace but for these enemies, it’s a fight I will embrace
I’ll take a walk
They formed our camp. we marched in lines
Had boots in grey, thick soles to help for the winter time
Us western men wore our hats in black to show our pride
Off to the east we’ll march to prove our worth and watch the sun erase the night
I’ll take a walk
At Brawner’s farm, we took our first shots
Met Jackson’s men up three to one on us from the start
I walk in the eyes of Jesus Christ, I know no other way
But I’ll split three men, they taught me how, and hold my rifle straight
I’ll take a walk
I’ll pick up the pieces of my faith
Pick up the pieces of my faith
I’ll pick up the pieces of my faith
Pick up the pieces of my faith
I got shot at Devil’s Den, picked up before the day
Sent south by track, I lost my strength along the way
Spent the last long months in Libby’s cell surrounded by men alone
I’ll keep my bible close, cause the path I’ll take from here won’t guide me home
I’ll take a walk
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Count This Penny Knoxville, Tennessee
"Graceful country-pop with gorgeous vocals and Appalachian roots."
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