Beautiful day to listen to some Whiskeytown, hot and rainy and a little lazy. Maybe it’s the frequency I’ve been picking up my guitar, maybe it’s nostalgia nipping at my heels, or maybe it’s just the warm, hazy promise distinct to American summers. But lately the sound of Carolina-bred folk coated in strings and harmonies makes the perfect soundtrack for winding down the weekend. Clears the head, clears the heart and all too easy to sing to.
“Put the houses in a row
On the streets we used to know
And all the things out in the yard
Beckoning there to and fro
And if the money isn’t right
Can I be yours tonight?
I’ve an easy heart.
And from the windows of your house
Reflects back on yourself.
And it gets you wonderin’
If it means anything
And if the money isn’t right
Can I be yours tonight?
I’ve had a pretty hard life,
I’ve had a pretty hard life for such an easy heart.
You move away when you’re young
They take away where you’re from
And all the things out in the trees
Fall away into the breeze
And if the money isn’t right
Can I be yours tonight?
I’ve had a pretty hard life,
I’ve had a pretty hard life for such an easy heart“
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