The Hanged Ones
(Paroles et musique: Desmarais-Racine)
No one had the guts to compromise the men
No one had inspect the old darn mills
No one had mention the blood line on their hands
No one even ask my 'pa's last will
Oh daddy, please say it isn't so
Please tell me you didn't kill those men
All my friends told me: '' At the moment they go,
They hanged ones always crap their pants. ''
I didn't had the choice, they didn't had the rights
They did not had the rights to touch my daughter
I still can hear her scream in my lonely nights
Gotta be real strong for my last hour
Listen to me son, please let me tell you so
Come here close so you can understand
Take care of your 'ma, be sure to let her know
That tomorrow I'll take it like a man
West Virginia country-folk singer-songwriter Trae Sheehan aims to find a balance between the traditional and the modern on his new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 29, 2020