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Dig On Down

by Heather Thomas

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There rode a soul not six feet tall with puckered grin no hiding sins behind the drunken curling lips Shifting boots and then it hits Quit the patchwork soldiers with their gnawing black teeth Written for the west with chains of pumice Riding snow-blind for that burnt horizon I am not afraid, they say as bullets rip and ricochet Severed hands and bleeding heels sulfur stains and crooked wheels I am not a dead man yet how sure we are of what we get Until that dry day once you let the hangman Dark the din of tavern spits with woodsmoke, sweat and poison pits Behind the drunken curling lips shifting boots and then it hits I'll shoot you where you stand if I can tell what kind of man you are Or run you down the wicker cliffside take the pistol from your cold hide Then come days of begging, days of theft Days of riding where there rode no soul save the wretched, wicked One man gone and another with him Riders on a storm of sand the boulders tower, exhale as the cracked hooves of their wind-beat horses Trudge past thicket, bones and scorched limbs I am not afraid they say as bullets rip and ricochet Severed hands and bleeding heels sulfur stains and crooked wheels I am not a dead man yet how sure we are of what we get Until that cold night once you let the hangman take your final breath
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I'm stuck on the side of the road Nowhere to go but home And no way to get there Spent my last dollar last night Figured that I'd be alright But now I'm stuck out here in nowhere ooooooh And if I had one more problem I just might not get by But I have been here before and I'm too tired I'm too tired to hear you told me so I won't admit I'm in this same old situation And I can't keep crossing my fingers Tellin' myself I can't help it When I'm stuck on the side of the road Glad I'm not too far from home Suppose I could start walking Could get there by morning It's been three long days I've been gone Thought I learned my lesson but this one, I got it all wrong ooooooh And if I had one more problem I just might not get by But I have been here before and I'm too tired to cry You've gotta find out what it is you want before you die But if you find yourself mixed up in trouble and pain If you find yourself back on that highway again Put on your jacket, call up a friend Figure out why this keeps happening I'm too tired to hear you told me so I won't admit I'm in this same old situation And I can't keep crossing my fingers Tellin' myself I can't help it No I won't keep tellin' myself I can't help it When I'm stuck on the side of the road
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If I Die 02:27
If I die, twenty two dollars in my fist, cinnamon brandy on my lips, take me downtown to rest on a cotton bed with a silk pillowcase Take off my clothes and shave my head, Don't let them dare pronounce me dead Tell all my friends alive that I've crossed the light and I'm still tellin' it Yeah I'm still tellin' it Oooh ooh ooh ooh Don't let me die Oooh ooh ooh ooh Don't let me die Oooh ooh ooh ooh Don't let me die If I die, twenty two dollars in my fist, cinnamon brandy on my lips, take me downtown to rest on a cotton bed with a silk pillowcase Take off my clothes and shave my head, Don't let them dare pronounce me dead Tell all my friends alive that I've crossed the light and I'm still tellin' it Yeah I'm still tellin' it Oooh ooh ooh ooh don't let me die Oooh ooh ooh ooh don't let me die Oooh ooh ooh ooh don’t let me die If I die, twenty two dollars in my fist, cinnamon brandy on my lips, take me downtown to rest on a cotton bed with a silk pillowcase

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released March 1, 2024

Recorded at The Carriage House in Silver Lake, Los Angeles
Produced by Sheldon Gomberg
Engineered by Kevin Smith
Drums, percussion, vocals, ukulele by Heather Thomas
Guitar by Fred Tackett
Bass by Sebastian Steinberg
Keyboards by Will Gramling
Upright Bass by Chris Rolontz
Mandolins by Scott Gates
Violin by Gabe Witcher
Trumpet by Mike Bolger
Additional sound design by Cody Orrell and Maiah Manser

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Heather Thomas Nashville, Tennessee

Drummer and singer/songwriter with a knack for melody and evocative lyrics. New single If I Die out July 7th

release show at Dee's Country Cocktail Lounge 7pm

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