Top Songs By The Local Honeys
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
The Local Honeys
Künstler:in
Linda Jean Stokley
Leadgesang
Montana Hobbs
Leadgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Linda Jean Stokley
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jesse Wells
Produzent:in
Linda Jean Stokley
Produzent:in
Montana Hobbs
Produzent:in
Lyrics
My favorite horse is buried on this farm
We would ride amongst the orchard rows
And be scared of snakes together
I was riding high
From toes to crown
My head held up
My heels thrust down
That's the way I carry myself today
Throw me in the thicket when I die
Let the earth reclaim my body
Let the worms devour my insides
It's fed me now for oh so long
I'll feed it for days by gone
And for all that's worth to you
I'd bet the farm
My daddy said he'd die up on his farm
For to tie him even closer
To the Lord's foreclosure
His soul dispersed
Along this ground
Somebody hauled him
Into town
Still I place little tractors on his grave
Throw me in the thicket when I die
Let the earth reclaim my body
Let the worms devour my insides
It's fed me now for oh so long
I'll feed it for days by gone
And for all that's worth to you
I'd bet the farm
You don't need no flowers or epitaph
To nourish the trees your babies graft
The graveyard's getting overrun these days
Throw me in the thicket when I die
Let the earth reclaim my body
Let the worms devour my insides
It's fed me now for oh so long
I'll feed it for days by gone
And for all that's worth to you
I'd bet the farm
For all that's worth to you
I'd bet the farm
Writer(s): Linda Jean Stokley
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