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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Ron Pope
Ron Pope
Leadgesang
Paul Hammer
Paul Hammer
Akustische Gitarre
Scott Mulvahill
Scott Mulvahill
Kontrabass
Philip Sterk
Philip Sterk
Pedal-Steel-Gitarre
Nicki Bluhm
Nicki Bluhm
Begleitgesang
Robbie Crowell
Robbie Crowell
Hammondorgel
Mike Riddleberger
Mike Riddleberger
Schlagzeug
Todd Lombardo
Todd Lombardo
Banjo
Zach Berkman
Zach Berkman
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Cremaine Booker
Cremaine Booker
Cello
Katelyn Kelly
Katelyn Kelly
Geige
Chuck Callahan
Chuck Callahan
Geige
Josee Weigand
Josee Weigand
Bratsche
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Ron Pope
Ron Pope
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Paul Hammer
Paul Hammer
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Zach Berkman
Zach Berkman
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Lyrics

Wildflowers grow along the fence line In this "better keep the meter running" life Beautiful and purple in the sunlight Trying to put down roots 'cause it's their right I know some may say they're weeds but I'm not bothered Nothing delicate like that lasts very long Just 'cause you were not invited to the party Don't mean you can't dance when they put on your song It's been a great lake summer Busted taillights out on fifty-five Windows open, headed south to Pontiac all night This legacy of sadness that's in my people Reservations like the color of my eyes Yeah it's harder to pretend, but we survive Inheritance don't have to be a treasure Cruelty in the bathroom mirror light Misery you carry like an anchor That was meant to keep you from drifting with the tides Irrational as it may seem, I guess I'm sorry Even though I know that none of it's my fault It is easier for me to count my blessings Than to cry for every single thing we've lost It's been a great lake summer Busted taillights out on fifty-five Windows open, headed south to Pontiac all night This legacy of sadness that's in my people Reservations like the color of my eyes Yeah it's harder to pretend, but we survive I ran to Baltimore, I could run to Rome I have run most everywhere, but nothing ever feels like home When I get to California, I will kiss her poison lips And reach the logical conclusion, then I'll turn and run again It's been a great lake summer Busted taillights out on fifty-five Windows open, headed south to Pontiac all night This legacy of sadness that's in my people Reservations like the color of my eyes I could lie to you, but I won't waste your time Yeah it's harder to pretend, but we survive
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