Direct from the hollers

 Direct from the hollers 

Snaking over hill and dale

For cranberry wine passing time

A patio forest to take it slow

Taking its time without a goal

Then she asked me to dance

With an angel flying too low

Taking a chance, letting it go

Clumsily letting her know

What she should have known

Then going against her policy

She went and took me home

Back through the pastures of deer

Down to the banks of the Ohio

Where my baby killed me

Cause she wanted me for her own

4-19-24