Way past the point of no return
Been placing bets and gettin burned
Alway end up drawing jokers till the dealer dealt a queen with you
Hand and hand walking through a hundred year plane
Watching waves flow through the golden grain
All the blood and sweat and tear soaked dirt right here's the proof
I finally found some heaven in the hills right next to you
I'm a civil war soldier with a swamp moss soul
Love grown wild wrapped around my throat
Dreams don't die here they put down roots and grow
Darlin you're a turnpike tourniquet dressed in black
Bandaid bruises on this heart attack
This family farm is where we'll rest our tired bones
Just listen to the wind and you'll hear our ancestors groan"Sit and settle down with that girl and call her home"
I've got centuries of memories running through my veins
Both good and bad hanging on my name
Resurrected my perspective once your light came into view
Chasing out the shadow let the flowers bloom
Opened up the door to the soul entombed
Decorated all the space where I learned what not to do
You put the hurt in the dirt and spread seeds of love and truth
I'm a civil war soldier with a swamp moss soul
Love grown wild wrapped around my throat
Dreams don't die here they put down roots and grow
Darlin you're a turnpike tourniquet dressed in black
Bandaid bruises on this heart attack
This family farm is where we'll rest our tired bones
Just listen to the wind and you'll hear our ancestors groan"Sit and settle down with that girl and call her home"
With less lies and more truth
The kind of life that we must choose
Fighting cycles nail and tooth
Breaking curses here with you
I'm a civil war soldier with a swamp moss soul
Love grown wild wrapped around my throat
Dreams don't die here they put down roots and grow
Darlin you're a turnpike tourniquet dressed in black
Bandaid bruises on this heart attack
This family farm is where we'll rest our tired bones
Just listen to the wind and you'll hear our ancestors groan"Sit and settle down with that girl and call her home"
B Howard Crist - Swamp Moss Soul Lyrics
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Way past the point of no return
Been placing bets and gettin burned
Alway end up drawing jokers till the dealer dealt a queen with you
Hand and hand walking through a hundred year plane
Watching waves flow through the golden grain
All the blood and sweat and tear soaked dirt right here's the proof
I finally found some heaven in the hills right next to you
I'm a civil war soldier with a swamp moss soul
Love grown wild wrapped around my throat
Dreams don't die here they put down roots and grow
Darlin you're a turnpike tourniquet dressed in black
Bandaid bruises on this heart attack
This family farm is where we'll rest our tired bones
Just listen to the wind and you'll hear our ancestors groan"Sit and settle down with that girl and call her home"
I've got centuries of memories running through my veins
Both good and bad hanging on my name
Resurrected my perspective once your light came into view
Chasing out the shadow let the flowers bloom
Opened up the door to the soul entombed
Decorated all the space where I learned what not to do
You put the hurt in the dirt and spread seeds of love and truth
I'm a civil war soldier with a swamp moss soul
Love grown wild wrapped around my throat
Dreams don't die here they put down roots and grow
Darlin you're a turnpike tourniquet dressed in black
Bandaid bruises on this heart attack
This family farm is where we'll rest our tired bones
Just listen to the wind and you'll hear our ancestors groan"Sit and settle down with that girl and call her home"
With less lies and more truth
The kind of life that we must choose
Fighting cycles nail and tooth
Breaking curses here with you
I'm a civil war soldier with a swamp moss soul
Love grown wild wrapped around my throat
Dreams don't die here they put down roots and grow
Darlin you're a turnpike tourniquet dressed in black
Bandaid bruises on this heart attack
This family farm is where we'll rest our tired bones
Just listen to the wind and you'll hear our ancestors groan"Sit and settle down with that girl and call her home"
Been placing bets and gettin burned
Alway end up drawing jokers till the dealer dealt a queen with you
Hand and hand walking through a hundred year plane
Watching waves flow through the golden grain
All the blood and sweat and tear soaked dirt right here's the proof
I finally found some heaven in the hills right next to you
I'm a civil war soldier with a swamp moss soul
Love grown wild wrapped around my throat
Dreams don't die here they put down roots and grow
Darlin you're a turnpike tourniquet dressed in black
Bandaid bruises on this heart attack
This family farm is where we'll rest our tired bones
Just listen to the wind and you'll hear our ancestors groan"Sit and settle down with that girl and call her home"
I've got centuries of memories running through my veins
Both good and bad hanging on my name
Resurrected my perspective once your light came into view
Chasing out the shadow let the flowers bloom
Opened up the door to the soul entombed
Decorated all the space where I learned what not to do
You put the hurt in the dirt and spread seeds of love and truth
I'm a civil war soldier with a swamp moss soul
Love grown wild wrapped around my throat
Dreams don't die here they put down roots and grow
Darlin you're a turnpike tourniquet dressed in black
Bandaid bruises on this heart attack
This family farm is where we'll rest our tired bones
Just listen to the wind and you'll hear our ancestors groan"Sit and settle down with that girl and call her home"
With less lies and more truth
The kind of life that we must choose
Fighting cycles nail and tooth
Breaking curses here with you
I'm a civil war soldier with a swamp moss soul
Love grown wild wrapped around my throat
Dreams don't die here they put down roots and grow
Darlin you're a turnpike tourniquet dressed in black
Bandaid bruises on this heart attack
This family farm is where we'll rest our tired bones
Just listen to the wind and you'll hear our ancestors groan"Sit and settle down with that girl and call her home"
Writer: Matthew Mullnix, Brice Crist
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: B Howard Crist
Language: English
Length: 4:10
Written by: Matthew Mullnix, Brice Crist