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The Mountain
03:58
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I was born on this mountain
A long time ago
Before they knocked down the timber
And strip-mined the coal
When you rose in the mornin'
Before it was light
To go down in that dark hole
And come back up at night
I was born on this mountain
This mountain's my home
She holds me and keeps me
From worry and woe
Well, they took everything that she gave
Now they're gone
But I'll die on this mountain
This mountain's my home
I was young on this mountain
But now I am old
And I knew every holler
Every cool swimmin' hole
'Til one night I lay down
And woke up to find
That my childhood was over
And I went down in the mine
I was born on this mountain
This mountain's my home
She holds me and keeps me
From worry and woe
Well, they took everything that she gave
Now they're gone
But I'll die on this mountain
This mountain's my home
There's a hole in this mountain
It's dark and it's deep
And God only knows
All the secrets it keeps
There's a chill in the air
Only miners can feel
There're ghosts in the tunnels
That the company sealed
I was born on this mountain
This mountain's my home
She holds me and keeps me
From worry and woe
Well, they took everything that she gave
Now they're gone
But I'll die on this mountain
This mountain's my home
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2. |
Capon Bridge
04:06
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Only 17, lied a bout her age and skills,
Her heart set on that job
Teachin ridin’, in the hills.
Took her pony with her, cleaned the dorms and swimming pool
the The camp dog helped her round up, horses 1 through 42
Capon Bridge,,, was a magic place ..in the summer, of 71
The high ridge curling - ‘round the bend where the river waters run.
You might find love in West Virgin – I – a,
A broken heart won’t let you win
As easily at Capon Bridge as any place you been
Capon Bridge Capon Bridge
Hunting arrowheads, dark hair shinin in the summer heat,
He Came with some bad boys, from the Romney streets
Smiling at each other as we loaded up the hay
Just stopped comin round,..
Disappeared one day
Capon Bridge,,, was a magic place ..in the summer, of 71
The high ridge curling - round the bend where the river waters run.
You might find love in West Virgin – I – a,
A broken heart won’t let you win
As easily at Capon Bridge as any place you been
Capon Bridge Capon Bridge
At the, ro—deo in Romney side by side,
No time to nurse a wounded heart, swallowed her pride.
Thoughtfully, …on a greyhound headed home.
Her pony left in the fields of Capon Bridge to roam.
Capon Bridge,,, was a magic place ..in the summer, of 71
The high ridge curling - round the bend where the river waters run.
You might find love in West Virgin – I – a,
A broken heart won’t let you win
As easily at Capon Bridge as any place you been
Capon Bridge Capon Bridge
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3. |
Stoney Mae
03:39
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Up on Sugar Mountain, north of Stoney Ridge,
People come down from miles around just to scratch that drinkin’ itch.
Ol’ Dubbie Blaine had a moonshine still, Dubbie had a daughter too.
Most folks come for the whiskey lord but I came for the view.
Well the old men called her Stoney Mae, Mary Ellen was her name,
Corkin’ them bottles wearing next to nothing Lord sweeter than sugar cane,
And I said,
Hey, hey little Stoney Mae, hey little Stoney Mae I,
Can’t stop thinkin’ bout you night and day, just about to lose my mind,
Said I’m just about to lose my mind.
Everyone said he didn’t treat her right, you know he worked her like a slave.
Rumor was the bad things that he done put her mama in an early grave.
Well, well I might have been just a little hillbilly boy, but I was drunk on love,
And when I set out to set her free that’s when pushed come to shove, and I said,
Hey, hey little Stoney Mae, hey little Stoney Mae I,
Can’t stop thinkin’ bout you night and day, just about to lose my mind,
Said I’m just about to lose my mind.
They say accidents do happen.
Late one night ol’ Dub got high.
With all the booze that he was packin’,
He fell drunk down in the fire.
There was no way that I could save him.
There was nothing left for Mae or me to do lord,
But keep on crankin’ out that good corn liquor son.
I got the girl and the business too!
I said,
Hey, hey little Stoney Mae, hey little Stoney Mae I,
Can’t stop thinkin’ bout you night and day, just about to lose my mind,
I said Hey, hey little Stoney Mae, hey little Stoney Mae I,
Can’t stop thinkin’ bout you night and day, just about to lose my mind,
Said I’m just about to lose my mind.
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4. |
Homecoming
03:17
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Homecoming. Homecoming.
It doesn't matter where you've been.
Embrace your neighbor. Shake the hand of your friend.
And we'll sing our songs together once again.
There's a little church in the woodland
It's congregation numbers forty one.
In the back before the mountains
The resting place of dear ones gone
On a summers day we come together
And remember the times that went before
We have come here through the seasons
To see that mountain view once more
(chorus)
Those who are passed are not forgotten
They bind us together where they lay.
A walk among the stones can remind us
How close we still all are today.
Homecoming. Homecoming.
It doesn't matter where you've been.
Embrace your neighbor. Shake the hand of your friend.
And we'll sing our songs together once again.
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5. |
Hogjaw Holler
03:34
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6. |
Up In The Riggin’
01:33
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7. |
Wheeling
03:11
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All alone down on my luck
I was down to my last buck
I’d do anything for money
Short of stealin’
So I get up from my bed
Shake the memories from my head
And look out through the window pane
On Wheeling
In this same old room last night
Two loving arms held me so tight
And the words she said
I found myself believing
Ah but this morning she’s gone
Left me to face the lonely dawn
Gonna bid farewell to that lyin’ gal
In Wheeling
That old memory sure looks cold
This old town is covered with snow
And the way I feel Lord
Life ain’t worth living
I’m gonna cross that big old bridge
Gonna climb that Ohio ridge
Gonna turn my back on this lonesome town
Called Wheeling
Wheeling Wheeling
Your’e a lonesome town Wheeling
But I’m leaving just like I come
Broke and hungry and on the bum
But I won’t forget the girl I met
In Wheeling
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8. |
West Virginia, My Home
02:40
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West Virginia, oh my home.
West Virginia, where I belong.
In the dead of the night, in the still and the quiet I slip away like a bird
In flight
Back to those hills, the place that I call home.
It′s been years now since I left there
And this city life's about got the best of me.
I can′t remember why I left so free what I wanted to do, what I wanted to see,
But I can sure remember where I come from.
Well I paid the price for the leavin'
And this life I have is not one I thought I'd find.
Just let me live, love, let my cry, but when I go just let me die
Among the friends who′ll remember when I′m gone.
Home, home, home. I can see it so clear in my mind.
Home, home, home. I can almost smell the honeysuckle vines.
In the dead of the night, in the still and the quiet I slip away like a bird
In flight
Back to those hills, the place that I call home
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9. |
Paradise
03:40
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When I was a child my family would travel
Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born
And there's a backwards old town that's often remembered
So many times that my memories are worn.
And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking
Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away
Well, sometimes we'd travel right down the Green River
To the abandoned old prison down by Airdrie Hill
Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with our pistols
But empty pop bottles was all we would kill.
And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking
Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away
Then the coal company came with the world's largest shovel
And they tortured the timber and stripped all the land
Well, they dug for their coal till the land was forsaken
Then they wrote it all down as the progress of man.
And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking
Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away
When I die let my ashes float down the Green River
Let my soul roll on up to the Rochester dam
I'll be halfway to Heaven with Paradise waitin'
Just five miles away from wherever I am.
And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking
Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away
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10. |
Country Roads
02:57
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11. |
River Lost
03:49
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Ridin’ down route fifty five
Seems to be asleep,
Change your name at Wardensville
Playin’ hide and seek
Wandrin’ around like a drunken man
Who goes from town to town,
Never walks a straight line
Never settles down
Children of the river bank,
When they go to bed
Dream about your caverns,
Wondering where they led
The sons of Tuscarora
And the sons of mountaineers
Have disappeared into the earth,
Left behind their tears
Sparkling cool in the summertime
Grasses swing and sway
The otter and the bobcat
All meet you on their way
Do you know something no one knows,
What will come to be
River Lost, what do you see
River Lost, where can you be?
Highway cuts the land in two,
The native man is gone
Windmills on the ridge do work
Miners once had done
Do you see the lakes the men have made
That swallowed up my home
Do your lost ears even listen as the changes come along
Sparkling cool in the summertime
Grasses swing and sway
The otter and the bobcat
All meet you on their way
Do you know something no one knows,
What will come to be
River Lost, what do you see
River Lost, where can you be?
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King Street Bluegrass Washington, D.C.
2023 WAMMIE award finalists.
Although based in DC, the members have rural, farm and coal miner family roots,
from the mountains of West Virginia, Pennsylvania and Southern Virginia.
Supporters of Stroke Awareness.
Thier releases have had favorable reviews and international radio airplay.
Regaling audiences with familiar bluegrass country, Americana and original tunes since 2008.
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