歌词
[Intro] [Verse] The Rocky Fork heat is rising high Dusty clouds in a summer sky Grandpa’s brush hit this wood in '67 Now he’s watching from a country heaven Chipped red paint like a scab on the door I’m kneeling on this workbench floor Screen door bangs a familiar beat Sour mash smells bittersweet [Chorus] I’m tracing lines he used to know Where the mountain laurel used to grow Rocky Fork General Store in white Shining through the Appalachian night The letters fade but the wood stays strong Like a lonesome, old-time fiddle song [Post-Chorus] The red paint stains my calloused hand The hardest part to understand Is how the wood remembers more Than the man behind the store [Verse] I pulled the board from the rusted nails Heard the ghosts in the valley gales Flipped it over and I caught my breath A secret kept from life and death My own script from ten years back Tucked beside a grocery list crack “I sold the watch that Grandpa wore” “To keep the wolf from the kitchen door” [Chorus] I’m tracing lines he used to know Where the mountain laurel used to grow Rocky Fork General Store in white Shining through the Appalachian night The letters fade but the wood stays strong Like a lonesome, old-time fiddle song [Bridge] The mandolin hums a low-down tune Beneath a pale and ghost-white moon The lap steel weeps for what we hide For the man I was deep inside Grandpa knew the grain and the knot He knew the things that the town forgot [Instrumental] [Chorus] I’m tracing lines he used to know Where the mountain laurel used to grow Rocky Fork General Store in white Shining through the Appalachian night The letters fade but the wood stays strong Like a lonesome, old-time fiddle song [Post-Chorus] The red paint stains my calloused hand The hardest part to understand Is how the wood remembers more Than the man behind the store [Outro]
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