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Headed Back to Dixieland

by Long Road Home

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I'm headed back to Dixieland Chattanooga town or Birmingham Mississippi or Alabama Maybe down to Louisiana I've been thinking about Baton Rouge Don't know exactly where I'm headed to Seems all I ever do is ramble around I ain't ever gonna settle down Well they said north, son, that's where you go But I never got used to the ice and snow I wouldn't have gone if I would have known I should have known better But my momma always said, son, you better settle down You never get nowhere by rambling 'round But I never did care much for that little town I should have known better Chorus Well they said Detroit, that's where you go There's money and work for any old fool so I spent some time standing on that row I should have known better Then there was Pittsburgh, in that steel mill Hauling them rails up and down that hill If I hadn't left, I'd be there still I should have known better Chorus
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Way down on the old plantation That's where I was born Used to beat the whole creation Hoeing in the corn First I'd work and then I'd sing So happy all the day Til Angelina Baker came And stole my heart away Angelina Baker Angelina Baker's gone She left me here to weep a tear And beat on the old jawbone I used to meet old Angeline In the spring and in the fall I'd meet her at the cornfield And I'd meet her at the ball Every time I met her She was smiling like the sun Now I'm left to weep a tear Cause Angelina's gone Chorus Well early in the morning And on into the day I'd look for Angelina But they'd say she's gone away I don't know where to find her Cause I don't know where she's gone And now I'm left to weep a tear And beat on the old jawbone Chorus
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Polly Vaughn 03:33
Come all you hunters who follow the gun Beware of your shooting at the setting of the sun For Polly's own true love who shot her in the dark Oh and alas, Polly Vaughn was his mark For she'd her apron wrapped about her And he took her for a swan Oh and alas, it was she, Polly Vaughn He ran up beside her, he saw that it was she Cried Polly, dear Polly, have I killed thee He lifted up her head, he saw that she was dead And a bucket of tears for his true love he did shed For she'd her apron wrapped about her And he took her for a swan Oh and alas, it was she, Polly Vaughn One night in a dream, Polly Vaughn did appear Cried Willie, dear Willie, you must have no fear Just tell them you were hunting when your trial day has come And you won't be convicted for what you have done For I'd my apron wrapped about me And you took me for a swan Oh and alas, it was me, Polly Vaughn In the middle of the trail Polly Vaughn's ghost appeared Cried to the judge, her uncle, Willie Randal must go free The judge and the jury looked on in a row And there stood Polly Vaughn like a fountain of snow For she'd her apron wrapped about her And they took her for a swan Oh and alas, it was she, Polly Vaughn

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released July 1, 2013

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Attracted to bluegrass' power, simplicity, and honesty, Long Road Home focus on staying true to the tradition they find inspiring and meaningful. Each year more bands qualifying their brand of bluegrass with an adjective: “hard driving bluegrass”, “progressive bluegrass”, etc. Long Road Home is proud to just call themselves bluegrass. ... more

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