Natchez Trace

June 10th, 2017

Natchez Trace (by Chris Gauthier and Jeff Harris)

a church in mississippi used to stand before the town
there were prayers for the cotton and it grew up from the ground
but in the year of our lord nine hundred twenty one
the steeple fell to sleep and the ground had turned to dust

the trees out in the cemetary are weeping spanish moss
on a cross that keeps a vigil on the souls that were not lost
and sometimes you can hear a distant rumble in the ground
as the trains from cheyenne county pass this way without a sound
right through the town

been down the devil's backbone
i've been up on emerald mound
been down on natchez trace
how sweet the sound

at a dusty grand piano i go flipping through the pages
cause its prayin to be sang to of course I ain't prayed for ages
there's a hymn from easter sunday left an echo in the rafters
and the choirs singing with me but their voices fill with laughter

amazing grace, how sweet the sound

been down the devil's backbone
i've been up on emerald mound
been down on natchez trace
how sweet
been down the devil's backbone
i've been up on emerald mound
been down on natchez trace
how sweet the sound

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