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With Love From Brushy Mountain

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Written by Matt Woods
Produced by Matt Woods
Recorded at Shed 55 Studios, Knoxville, TN
Engineered by Dave DeWitt
Mastered by Rodney Mills

Matt Woods: vocal, acoustic and electric guitar
Andy Westcott: electric guitar
Michael Claytor: banjo
Jason Parsons: bass
Larry Fulford: drums
Dave DeWitt: percussion

Lyrics

With Love From Brushy Mountain

Don’t pick up that guitar, boy, it’ll only steer you wrong
And lead you down darker roads chasing some old song
Find yourself a woman and try to settle down
Pray that
she don’t break you heart and take to running ‘round
But if she does you better let her go
Take it from someone who ought to know

There ain’t no light from heaven can penetrate these walls
And ghosts of men who came before echo down her halls
Birds outside are singing a song ain’t meant for me
With love from Brushy Mountain
Hell in Tennessee

The devil’s in that bottle, son, just like your Mama said
He’s come to warm your lust-filled heart and ease your worried head
If you need a friend, boy, he’s easy to be found
But when your back’s against that wall he’s bound to let you down
You ought to know a good friend’s hard to find
Especially when a woman’s on the line

There ain’t no light from heaven can penetrate these walls
And ghosts of men who came before echo down her halls
Birds outside are singing a song ain’t meant for me
With love from Brushy Mountain
Hell in Tennessee

I loved her from the day we met like no one’d ever loved
And I would have fought and died for him if push had come to shove
I found them in each other’s arms the last night of their lives
I bought a ticket to this mountain and this mountain’s where I’ll die

Your Mama had an empty heart, son, more than I could fill
It’s love that put her in the ground, it’s love that put me here
I know I tore your whole wide world apart
I hope that you might take these words to heart

There ain’t no light from heaven can penetrate these walls
And ghosts of men who came before echo down her halls
Birds outside are singing a song ain’t meant for me
With love from Brushy Mountain
Hell in Tennessee

Birds outside are singing a song ain’t meant for me
With love from Brushy Mountain
Hell in Tennessee