Born up in the bluegrass, before it made a sound
Pennyroyal in your veins, so bitter going down
Prophetic slip of papa’s pen,
Your name became a weight,
to Carry
to Carry A Nation,
Mother Mary’s shattered memory, Victoria in rags,
A country sore divided, you did what you could to save
One marriage dead and buried before the body cooled,
Spirits calling westward, the child of a fool,
Yours to Carry
to Carry A Nation
Can you rest now, severe in black of grave
Can you sleep now, with so many ]left to save
Does it haunt you? Those spirits flowing free,
Can you bury, bury your hatchet, Carry A Nation?
Another husband lends his name, a banner for your cause
As rocks cry out for justice in the stony voice of God
“Go forth to dark Kiowa, and set those spirits free”
Smashers in your kerchief, heart filled with zealous glee,
you Carry,
Carry A Nation
Temperance your cause, but abstinence your aim
The rocks proved true, but not true enough, hatchetiation a better game Turning blade to stave in seedy joints, the power of your arm
Drawing women to your cause, to save their men from harm
Go Carry
Carry A Nation
Can you rest now, severe in black of grave
Can you sleep now, with so many ]left to save
Does it haunt you? Those spirits flowing free,
Can you bury, bury your hatchet, Carry A Nation?
Three dozen county jail cells could not tamp your fire down,
Cursed by every barkeep in every dusty town,
They beat you and they mocked you, yet you refused to yield
Until the spirits left you, fallen in a field
Dead and buried,
Carry A Nation
Can you mend a broken heart that fuels an awful quest?
Can you mourn a broken body that knows its final rest?
Can you right a wrong before its done, undrink that bitter cup?
Can you name the fear that’s haunting you, and say enough’s enough? Must you carry,
Carry A Nation?
Can you rest now, severe in black of grave
Can you sleep now, with so many ]left to save
Does it haunt you? Those spirits flowing free,
Can you bury, bury your hatchet, Carry A Nation?
Can you rest now, severe in black of grave
Can you sleep now, with so many ]left to save
Does it haunt you? Those spirits flowing free,
Can you bury, bury your hatchet, Carry A Nation?
Bury your hatchet.
credits
from Bury Your Hatchet,
released June 17, 2020
Written by Brian Sullivan
Piedmont Temperance MovementCharlotte, North Carolina
A folk-ish quartet from Charlotte, NC. Four strapping gents picking, strumming, and mellifluously singing songs old and new.
Goodtime vibes, eclectic sets.
"Moving Temperance out of the Piedmont one drink at a time"
"Good time portents and nostalgic laments for the world weary and spirit thirsty soul"
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