“Blue Ridge Blood” Lyrics

All Songs written by Chelle Rose. ©2016 Thorn Pricked Music SESAC All Rights Reserved.

PAINTSVILLE TABLE 
ain’t no sunshine in the gut of that mountain
daddy begged his boy be anything but a miner
but his lady got a baby in the belly
so he’ll trade his dream to a black lung thief
to put food on the paintsville table

they call him little man just a nickname from his granny
he tries to tow the line 3 mile down in the mine
boss man sleepin in a mansion of fine stone
while he’s diggin sulphur rock down in a pitch black hole
to put food on the paintsville table

little hands hold hungry hearts
daddy push that ol’ coal cart
harder down the line til you’re not able
to put food on the paintsville table

his mama says his frame is frail he’s just too long and skinny
he just wants to be a man takin care of his family
but the devil dwells in his growin pain
can’t get enough caffeine pumpin through his vein
to keep food on the paintsville table

greedy boss man’s he’s gettin rich he’s gettin fat
he don’t lift a finger he just sits back
watch em dwindle ‘way their bodies for his coal
he don’t give a damn bring the next boy on
to put food on the paintsville table

little hands hold hungry hearts
daddy push that ol’ coal cart
harder down the line til you’re not able
to put food on the paintsville table

RECKON WITH THE DEVIL
You can pray you can fight
You can get down on your knees every night
You can’t save ’em
You can’t lift ’em from turmoil
You can’t reckon with the devil
You can’t reckon with the devil

You can’t stop the train
can’t block the lane
They’ll throw the blame
Oh the sorrow oh the shame

All you can do
is hold out your hand
Tell ’em that you love ‘em
and that you understand

They ain’t gonna listen
They do what they want
Cause everything that’s wrong
Don’t you know it’s your fault

You can’t pray you can’t fight
You can’t get down on your knees every night
You can’t save ’em
You can’t lift ’em from turmoil
You can’t reckon with the devil
You can’t reckon with the devil

Can’t stop the train
Can’t block the lane
They’ll throw the blame
Oh the sorrow oh the shame

It’s like ice water
running through your vein
Your sweet soul
is circling the drain

Everyone that loves you
We all feel the same
I know if I could
I’d take away all your pain

I can’t pray I can’t fight
I can’t get down on my knees every night
I can’t save ‘em
I can’t lift ’em from turmoil
I can’t reckon with the devil
No I can’t reckon with the devil

I can’t stop the train
can’t block the lane
They’ll throw the blame
Oh the sorrow oh the shame

DAMMIT DARLIN
dammit darlin
you pine for miss ohio
don’t you know
your love’s in tennessee

she gave you a trinket
and it lays upon your chest
now she’s a goner
put your love to rest

dammit darlin
don’t ya know by now
my love’s the only one
can bring you a weddin vow

she pawned that ruby ring
she went back to her mama
she ain’t the girl for you
she only make you blue

she loved like brutal fury
falterin lies in the dark
then fell from your glory
blood puddled in your heart

dammit darlin
you still pine for miss ohio
don’t you know
your love’s in tennessee

dammit darlin
don’t ya know by now
my love’s the only one
can bring you a weddin vow

NOT YOUR GIRL
i don’t want you i don’t need you
i don’t care if you stay
every time you push my buttons
i always give you your way
you lay your pretty ass down on my bed
cause you are king of my world
but i am not your girl

i watched you pull out of the driveway
i watched you pull out of my heart
you wear my shiver you wear my perfume
you even wear my daddy’s shirt
i drew your crown around my rose
i drew your breath like winter cold
but i am not your girl

i wear your silver i wear your leather
i wear your words like solid gold
i share my past i share my future
i share my world til i am gone
you give me taunt you give me tease
you give me nothin that i need
i am not your girl

i wear your silver i wear your leather
i wear your words like solid gold
i share my past i share my future
i share my world til i am gone

you make me jewelry out of crystal
for me to lay upon my skin
you tell me stories ‘bout your mountains
tell me tall tales about your kin
blue ridge blood runnin through your vein
i hear your voice every time it rain
i am not your girl

BLUE RIDGE BLOOD
said my photograph looks kinda mean
i said blue ridge blood
said my name has got a certain ring
i said blue ridge blood
grannymom raised up north caroline
passed that gene on down the line
couldn’t get away from it if i tried
blue ridge blood

somebody told me when i was little girl
blue ridge blood
better change the way i talk never make it make it this world
blue ridge blood
grannymom raised up north caroline
passed that gene on down the line
couldn’t get away from it if i tried
blue ridge blood

buttermilk cornbread and whisky too
i said blue ridge blood
rob’a honey bee tak’a money to the bank
said blue ridge blood
grannmom raised up north caroline
passed that gene on down the line
couldn’t get away from it if i tried
blue ridge blood

LAID ME DOWN
he laid me down right here
brushed my hair behind my ear
he stared me down in those blue eyes
he laid me down so right

the very first time i heard his voice
melted like butter i had no choice
he’d play guitar ’til i’d fall asleep
i was his his to keep

he laid me down right here
he took my heart he took my fear
i thought this must be how Jessi felt
when Waylon laid her down

we were sight for sore eyes
if you seen us you know i’m right
we fit together like perfect rhyme
but nothin lasts in this life

he laid me down right here
he took my heart he took my fear
i thought this must be how Jessi felt
when Waylon laid her down
when Waylon laid her down

MEAN GRANDPAPPY
i went home to knoxville when they laid him down
right where he belonged in cold hard ground
not a tear in the eye of any of his kin
randy’s gone home to satan’s den

grandpappy rose was a mean son bitch
beat ya with his words didn’t need no switch
sittin on the front porch a’yellin at my granny
better spit n shine ever’ damn nook n cranny

red oldsmobile delta eighty-eight
he tried to teach me how to drive at the ft. loudon lake
he was cussin’ my daddy sayin’ no good son
gonna cut him from my will i ain’t leavin’ him none

he’d go down in the basement bang an old upright
when he played that piano he was shiny and bright
light up a camel tap his wingtip shoe
he’d say come on little girl play the boogie woogie blues

when his fingers hit the keys he was a devilish man
there was fire in them chords blood on his hands
grandpappy rose, grandpappy rose sure run it in the ditch
he’d say jerry lee lewis can’t touch this

he’d go down in the basement bang an old upright
when he played that piano he was shiny and bright
light up a camel tap his wingtip shoe
he’d say come on little girl play the boogie woogie blues

it was one of those things that you can’t talk about
he was powerful over me i was just a child
but i’m a woman now and you better believe
lay a hand on my child and you’re gonna bleed

he’d go down in the basement bang an old upright
when he played that piano he was shiny and bright
light up a camel tap his wingtip shoe
he’d say come on little girl play the boogie woogie blues

i went home to knoxville when they laid him down
right where he belonged in cold hard ground
not a tear in the eye of any his kin
randy’s gone home to satan’s den

 

GYPSY RUBYE
you wear red silk tied just so upon your head
glass beads in every shade of crimson
sentimental ring on every single finger
I am ready i am ready for your truth

wise words like winter dark-winged death be told
stings my eyes like summer bees protectin gold
there ain’t no loneliness like losin all faith
i know i’m down and there’s no cure for the wait

gypsy rubye
can you untangle my mind
gypsy rubye
i know you got the precious insight
come on and look me in the eye
tell me I’m gonna be alright

chain link lines deep in my hand am I marked with a sign
reveal to me my unseen road cause I am ready for the ride
dig a little deeper now can you see the vision clear
better tell me good news cause it’s all I wanna hear

gypsy rubye
can you untangle my mind
gypsy rubye
i know you got the precious insight
come on and look me in the eye
tell me I’m gonna be alright

you got that red silk and it’s just tied upon your head
them glass beads in every shade of crimson
you gotta sentimental ring on every single finger
i am ready i am ready for your truth
i am ready for your truth

HIDIN HOLE
don’t look back don’t even turn around
don’t waste your time diggin in the lost and found
i am stolen ain’t nobody gonna turn me in
you wouldn’t even know me cause of where I been

i’m down down in hidin hole
put away your shovel the ground is frozen cold
just let me lie here I’ll let you know when my blood thaws
might take a hundred years so call off your dogs
i’m down down in a hidin hole

i ain’t sayin forever goodbye
just tired of smilin when all i wanna do is cry
a southern woman ain’t suppose to break down
my daddy told me no whinin allowed

life got to movin way too fast
stumped my toe on concrete grass
forgot to smile i forgot to laugh
forgive me friend is all i ask

i’m down down in a hidin hole
i’m down down in a hidin hole

hear my heart beatin five feet under
gain another foot with one more rain and one more thunder
guess it’s a sin to wallow like this
i don’t want no love and i don’t need no kiss

i’m down down in hidin hole
put away your shovel the ground is frozen cold
just let me lie here I’ll let you know when my blood thaws
might take a hundred years so call off your dogs
i’m down down in hidin hole
i’m down down in hidin hole
i’m down

SOUTHERN 4501
my uncle george mccown
live by the county track
me and his sweet Linda
count the freight car when they pass

when the sun set low
and we lay down our head
that late night locomotive
just’a rumblin through our bed

when she come when she come
southern 4501
when she come when she come
southern 4501

ain’t hard to recognize
i know her by her song
she runs a little slower
than the rest that come along

some roll on a high iron
a mile a minute score
but she ain’t in a hurry
she don’t owe the man no more

when she come when she come
southern 4501
when she come when she come
southern 4501

old man winter he did blow
but she held onto her crown
black velvet plowin through the snow
she blew a lonesome sound

crowd gathered at the crossin
just to watch her scrape the rail
you’d better back it up
i heard mayor eblen yell

when she come when she come
southern 4501
when she come when she come
southern 4501

my uncle george mccown
live by the county track
me and his sweet linda
count the freight car when they pass

SING PRETTY
momma always wanted me sing pretty
hurts her to hear the pain that I pour out
so this one’s for my momma gonna try to do it sweet
a little less vinegar more honey to catch the bee

it’s early sunday mornin i can the flowers on her dress
she made it with her own hands now she’s fryin up some eggs
flippin pancakes in the skillet preacher goodman’s got the word
she’ll pray for her children to find their way back to the lord