You didn't ask for this one, but here are the lyrics to "Twisted Laurel"

TWISTED LAUREL
(by Tommy Thompson)

Just across the Blue Ridge
Where the high meadows lay
and the galax spreads through the new mown hay.
There's a rusty iron bridge
'cross a shady ravine
Where the hard road ends and turns to clay.
With a suitcase in his hand
Well a lonesome boy stands
Gazing at the river sliding by beneath his feet.

And the dark water springs
From the black rock and and flows
Out of sight where the twisted laurel grows.

Past the coal-tipple towns
In the cold December rain
Into Charleston runs the New River train.
Where the hillsides are brown
And the broad valley stained
By a hundred thousand lives of work and pain.
In a tar paper shack
Down the road, across the track
Stands an old used up man trying to recall something back.
But his old mem'ries fade
Like the city in the haze
And his days have flown together like the rain.

And the dark water springs
from (cross?) the black rock and flows
Out of sight where the twisted laurel grows.

If anyone has the chords to this I'd appreciate them.

Janie