From sun to sun, her shadow cast,
she’ll be the first one, to be the last
she’s in the fog, up in the saddle, tryin’ to ride her horse back home
Her hair is pepper-gray, her eyes are river-blue
her face is very old, the scar is very new
she’s in the fog, up in the saddle, tryin’ to ride her horse back home
well, bless her heart, and bless her soul
and bless her rock, and bless her roll
she’s in the fog, she’s on the roam
honey findin’ home sweet home
Like a deck, that lacks a suit
no one to walk a mile in her boots
she’s in the fog, up in the saddle,tryin’ to ride her horse back home
With empty saddle bags, her weary body rides
her country tells the truth, ‘bout how her city lies
she’s in the fog, up in the saddle, tryin’ to ride her horse back home
well, bless her heart, and bless her soul ...
White line on her neck, where once there hung a chain
the sun been fillin’ in what little light remains
she’s in the fog, up in the saddle, tryin’ to ride her horse back home
My candle guttered out, without a sound
she’s through the pass now, and comin’ down
she’s in the fog, up in the saddle, tryin’ to ride her horse back home
Taking as their spiritual forefolk the sounds of Leroy Carr and Scrapper Blackwell, The Mississippi Sheiks, and the quixotic
melodics of The Old Weird America, The Westside Sheiks combine piano and national resophonic to create a cantankerously swinging sound that can bounce from the playfully percolating to the melodically maudlin, and from the raw and raggy to the gleefully grinding....more
Cerebral palsy curbed his ability to play guitar the conventional way, so Nagoda learned double slide, this is his debut LP.
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