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letra de hill folk - nick shoulders

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[verse 1]
i’m wealthy and white oak
persimmon and poke[?]
and we weather every season
some would call us hill folk
from fort smith to flippin
all these rocks that i know
and i haunt every backroad
no one knows where i go

[verse 2]
the burrs and the brambles
tear your clothes at the seams
so we speak to our snakes
and drink deep from our streams
there’s rain on some tin roof
and winds low i know
so hurry back from missoura
where the cold waters flow

[verse 3]
some morning in summer
from these hills i might run
try to live for a wage
trade the traffic for home
but i’ll always be feral
i’ll never bear the yoke
i’m a careworn ridge-runnin’
and whistlin’ hill folk

- nick shoulders

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