Red Clay and Riverroads

{slow mechanical metronome clicking} (five,

four, three, two, one) {eerie warm vinyl crackle,

low frequency hum}

Where the ridges break down to the red clay floor

Ashville and Pell City knock on the door

By the deep backwater of the Coosa

stream

There's a phantom living in a digital dream {fragile fingerpicked acoustic guitar}

Oh Lord, can you save us now?

Under the shadow of Blount Mountain's brow

Oh my, oh Lord,

help me {slow swelling pump organ,

clean electric guitar swells}

Two-lane blacktop canopy of pine

Tracing down the old historic treaty line Near the dogtrot house where

the ancestors slept While the river kept the secrets that we

kept {distanced slide guitar,

soft brushed snare}

Alabama red clay, river run deep

Some are born to run,

some are born to weep (oh help me) {rhythmic foot stomps

and heavy room echo}

I got five, four,

three, two, one (five,

four, three, two, one) Before the water rises high

{instrumental fade, clicking clock,

wind noise}