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The Stillwater Hobos​.​.​. Live at the Frances! (Volume 1)

by The Stillwater Hobos

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I stole the golden calf from mister Crowley’s halls He caught with his mouth before daylight That was the first time I saw The freckles on the wall Before my flannel shirt-tails turned to night So come away my turtledove don’t tarry anymore There’s a crime been lingering in Salem town It’s funny but it’s true The worst a man could do To walk the riverbanks without a sound So come away, come away Leave the bottle, take the gin And we’ll stand by the junipers As we begin again So I picked up my accordion and played from reel to reel And drunk a health to Bertram by the bay Devouring northern winds We’ll loudly make amends And beg the handsome boatmen here to stay Before the tune was done we hammered out a song And played John Hardy’s rag against the crowd But curfew rang at two And purple men in blue They knocked the uilleann pipes and bodhrán down
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Emmas Grove 03:37
Across golden fields at Emmas Grove, We’ve thrown a cover for the one I love, And rain comes down from a weary loom: The cloudy denim, the cotton moon And I’ll sing o’er 'til you catch your breath The nightly labor, like night was deaf, And if you’re weary, if you want love: Come lie in the fields at Emma’s Grove. Wring out your dress in a mountain fold, Then steal my banjo with its burden of gold. For your braids are shy like a covey flown And rustling over your wedding gown. In lilting rhymes a story I’ll tell: A blackbird calling, you know him well, "And if you were mine, I’d tie a bow Round every tree at Emmas Grove." Across a vale so fair and long I know a storehouse of victory songs, So I carry my step through yarrow and fern, Through yellow poppies, forget what I’ve learned. But memory's honey, and I know a song: “Be true my blossom, don’t tarry long.” Though my yoke is hard, it’s not far I’ll rove From fields of golden at Emmas Grove.

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Lyrics by Taylor Posey, Music by Austin Walker

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released August 7, 2014

Austin Walker: Guitar, harmonica, lead vocal.
Taylor Posey: Mandolin.
Will Teller: Fiddle, vocal.
Michael Malpiedi: Upright bass, vocal.
With special guest Peter Councell on drums.

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Mixed and Engineered by Evan Bradford
Recorded at Echo Mountain Recording, Asheville, NC
Mixed at Mixtown USA, Asheville, NC
Mastered by Hans Dekline at Sound Bites Dog
Photographs - Josh Rhinehart

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The Stillwater Hobos Asheville, North Carolina

The Stillwater Hobos formed in 2010 one night in Galway while on the way to Rome.

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