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Thread #104911 Message #2153561
Posted By: SouthernCelt
20-Sep-07 - 01:40 PM
Thread Name: The Unquiet Grave
Subject: RE: The Unquiet Grave
Here are the lyrics to what I would consider a modern folk song written, I assume, by Robert Earl Keen who is the only person I've ever heard sing it. I'd call this (in my own way of categorizing folk songs)an American/Southern Gothic song. This one gets into the whole grave business; however, the "resolving" verses could be taken different ways. Considering Keen's music overall though, this whole song could be one big metaphor for something else entirely.
Here in Arkansas
The north wind blows a prairie fire across the open plain
A light shines on the granite stone where someone carved my name
Chorus:
Sister find the preacherman; Daddy call the law
Things have gotten out of hand here in Arkansas
An icy ring around the moon a fire across the sky
They buried me this afternoon and left me here to die
Chorus
Sheriff Clark, Reverend Friend, Mrs. Worthington
Told my family that I'd be the end to all they've done
Chorus
Mother raised the children and daddy worked the farm
I was born the seventh son of the seventh born
Chorus
All the elders did decree my soul to be unclean
They strapped me to a gurney and gave me morphine
Chorus
Sister walks into the night and prays my soul to save
And underneath the cold moonlight she finds my open grave
Chorus
The north wind blows a prairie fire
Here in Arkansas
SC