from Sourwood by Adam Remnant

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Sourwood Mountain, church bells ringin’
hitch a ride at the foot of the hill
all green and serene like heaven
where you get the impression time stands still
where the grandfather pine trees tower
over homes where the fence lines cower
we’ve both lived here since we were children
I get the feeling that feels so fulfillin’
seedlings and saplings sproutin’
greetings from Sourwood Mountain

now one day a stranger arrived here
no one had ever seen him before
and he told me I lived for nothing
as if he knew what I should live for
I shook my head and dismissed him
and went on my merry way
up through the forested side of the water
under the newly harvested sky
so by nightfall I was exhausted
with the glass and smoke sealed around my eyes
and she swore to herself, “I’ve had it
I won’t live on with these habits
I’ve made my decision
I’m gonna get myself free from
Sourwood Mountain.”

so just as the engine engages its pistons
she was firing off down the road
in that old car her parents bought her
it was the only thing she owned
heading east as the engine died
she hung her head in her hands and cried
with all green prairies around her engulfing
her heart in the vastness and size
she prayed to the crucified wires
she was afraid to dare look at the time
and she swore with her hands on the dashboard
“I will reach my destination,”
and she spoke to me in my dream
it went something like,
“now when your hammer’s all wet in the morning
I imagine you’ll long for me
and you’ll wonder where I am going
as you try to thwart your own rusting
to the sound of the faucet leaking
and all your lost opportunities
I’m staring across the water
the carpenter’s daughter
at the torch of liberty
as you stagger to the foundry
I’m entering the Holland Tunnel
as the moon gives way to the sun
you’ll toil away while I seize the day
forgettin’ Sourwood Mountain.”

now, I wish you could see me back through the thicket
the lanes narrowing back to our door
under the moonlight glowing
rolling cigarettes on the porch
feel my weak lungs breathing inside you
with tobacco on my tongue
as you forget about me
as you forget about me
I admit you don’t get what you merit
forfeiting your vision to the local bars
like a sentry maintains their station
you are always on your guard,
but by what means could I persuade you
to leave a trail of crumbs
please tell me how to make you happy
please tell me how to get you home:
she said,
“just like a baby bird waits for its mother
I knew you would wait for me
to return to our nest by tomorrow
making sure you got food to eat
but what kind of man does that make you
to rely on me is such a way?
I should crown you the prince of pity
still for every ill will I feed you
I could love you all the same
I have no right to name you
I have no right to cloak you in shame
above all know I love you
and all will be forgiven
still I do not see myself returnin’
to Sourwood Mountain.”

Sourwood Mountain, I can spin a tale
in my drunken revelry
all wrought with confidence over
a brimming sea of insecurities
now I’m watching the county clerk lower
the American flag all bright and sober
I'm outside the courthouse rendered
so weak I've surrendered
any chance to be with her
I fear I'll never bridge that river
don’t worry, I’m not worried


from Sourwood, released August 17, 2018


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Adam Remnant is a singer-songwriter of the folk & rock variety from Ohio.

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