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A Word From Home

from A Word From Home - EP by John Renshaw

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written by John Renshaw

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Pushing on the canvas air at dawn
Been following that river running long
Faded from the evening's painted red
will soon be dead
will soon be dead
The trails have all turned to grass
The sun is dim,but light comes streaming past
My footsteps they all fall in time
Distant echoes from the mine
I'm awaiting a word from my home
I'm awaiting a word from my home
I'm awaiting a word from my home
As the leaves they turn
As the leaves the turn
Got these devil killing blues, I'm bound to roam

By my bedside, I've left my watch and chain
Time I've lost, I'll never see again
What's left from the house I used to know
All caught up in smoke, a fire burning low
Crucified the hours hung
The air it moans, its song is sung
Echoing they fall in a line
of nickels and of dimes
I'm awaiting a word from my home
I'm awaiting a word from my home
I'm awaiting a word from my home
As the leaves they turn
As the leaves they turn
I've got these devil killing blues, I'm bound to roam

So dark the dust, the wind's crying so loud
This land is tough, as smoke rises from the ground
Just like a child, when you are walking home
you're not alone
you are not alone
I'm awaiting a word from my home
I'm awaiting a word from my home
I'm awaiting a word from my home
As the leaves they turn
As the leaves they turn
I've got these devil killing blues, I'm bound to roam

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from A Word From Home - EP, released July 15, 2012
background vocals: Emily Davies

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John Renshaw New Orleans, Louisiana

John Renshaw is a songwriter from New Orleans, Louisiana.

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