
Foxfire Wine Pony Bradshaw
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[Verse 1]
I woke up on the wrong side of my bedroll
Deep in the holler where the feral hog roams
Dreams of T-bone steaks and foxfire wine
Foxfire wine to heal my mind
[Chorus]
She danced a rustic dance, hallelujah on the mountain
Bucking to the rhythm of old Appalachia
It's a hell of a heaven and a hell of a show
They're backing us into the margins with a knife to our throats
[Post-Chorus]
Whoo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh
When the coyote cries, the coyote dies
[Verse 2]
First man came north from the end of the world
Across the Patagonia sands our existence unfurled
A strange ball of ice made a tumbling return
Like the truth and a half upon this matchless earth
[Chorus]
She danced a rustic dance, hallelujah on the mountain
Bucking to the rhythm of old Appalachia
It's a hell of a heaven and a hell of a show
They're backing us into the margins with a knife to our throats
I woke up on the wrong side of my bedroll
Deep in the holler where the feral hog roams
Dreams of T-bone steaks and foxfire wine
Foxfire wine to heal my mind
[Chorus]
She danced a rustic dance, hallelujah on the mountain
Bucking to the rhythm of old Appalachia
It's a hell of a heaven and a hell of a show
They're backing us into the margins with a knife to our throats
[Post-Chorus]
Whoo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh
When the coyote cries, the coyote dies
[Verse 2]
First man came north from the end of the world
Across the Patagonia sands our existence unfurled
A strange ball of ice made a tumbling return
Like the truth and a half upon this matchless earth
[Chorus]
She danced a rustic dance, hallelujah on the mountain
Bucking to the rhythm of old Appalachia
It's a hell of a heaven and a hell of a show
They're backing us into the margins with a knife to our throats
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