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  1. Legacy

From the recording Legacy

Lyrics

HIS FACE LOOKED LIKE A ROAD MAP FOLDED WRONG TOO MANY TIMES
THE FAINT RED LINES A PATHWAY TO HIS SOUL
YEARS OF APRIL PLANTING, THE WINTER STRIPPING TIMES
AND JULY DROUGHTS HAD SURELY TOOK THEIR TOLL

BUT TOBACCO'S AN ADDICTION WHETHER SMOKED OR IN THE FIELD
AND DADDY WOULD HAVE NEVER THOUGHT TO STRAY
WITH BILLS PAID EACH DECEMBER, AND HANDS THAT ALWAYS HEALED
WHY EARN A LIVING ANY OTHER WAY

HE PASSED TO ME HIS KINGDOM, A TRACTOR FOR MY THRONE
MY CROWN A CAP TO SHIELD MY WEATHERED EYES
AT SUNDOWN I'M STILL CUTTING, HANDS STAINED DOWN TO THE BONE
AND THE KINGDOM, LIKE IT'S SUBJECTS, SLOWLY DIES

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AND THOSE AMBER WAVES OF BURLEY
THEY STILL FEED US IN OUR OLD KENTUCKY HOME
BUT NOW THE LOCALS LEFT ME
AND MY HELP COMES UP FROM DOWN IN MEXICO
THEY SAY THE CROP I'M GROWING IS A PLAGUE UPON THE LAND
AND UNCLE SAM JUST MAKES THINGS WORSE WITH EACH NEW HELPING HAND
BUT LEAVING NOW JUST DON'T SEEM RIGHT WITH NOWHERE TO GO

WELL SPRING BECOMES THE SUMMER AND THEN BECOMES THE FALL
BUT WHAT BECOMES OF FATHERS TO THEIR SONS
THE TORCH I HAVE TO PASS HIM IS ONLY MADE OF STRAW
AND THE FLAME WILL DIE BEFORE HE'S JUST BEGUN

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