William Elliott Whitmore - Red Buds - Lyrics, Similar artists

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Artist: William Elliott Whitmore

album: Song of the Blackbird (The Early Years 2014)

The wind blows hard up in whipoorwill hill
And the red buds sway in the breeze
If you listen real close you can hear
The desperate cry of a broken man on his knees
The rain beats hard on a poor man's head
The wind pulls the nails out of the tin roof of the shed
And the water keeps on rising
At the old homestead
If the corn's knee high by the fourth of July
And mother nature smiles on us all,
And there's a ring around the moon
That means rain is coming soon
And we'll have a good harvest this fall
The rain beats hard on a poor man's head
The wind pulls the nails out of the tin roof of the shed
The moon keeps on shining
On the old homestead
The wind blows through the wheatfield at night
And it plays a lonely tune
The bones clatter in the trees, waving in the summer breeze
And there ain't nothing like Lee County in June
The rain beats hard on a poor man's head
The wind pulls the nails out of the tin roof of the shed
The river keeps on flowing by
The old homestead

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