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Lone Star
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a cultural snapshot from Texas...
acoustic folk original sm
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Kerrville Finalists 2 years running...smooth as a baby's bottom
Heart and Hammer came together as a result of Julianna and Barry being married on September 16, 2001. Both being guitar players, performers, and songwriters, it was as natural as falling off a log. The CD, Time Flies, was produced by both of us, and includes the talents of Carl Smith (percussion), Skip Parente (fiddle), Kerry Williams (mandolin), John Carter (pedal steel), Mark Frethem (electric bass), Skip VonKuske (cello), Rick Hulett (acoustic guitar, electric bass), Jenny Conlee (accordian), and Chayne Williams (harmony vocals).
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic General
Charts
Peak #237
Peak in subgenre #49
Author
Julianna Waters
Rights
2003 ASCAP
Uploaded
March 10, 2004
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:09
Story behind the song
On a trip to Kerrville, Texas, I was reminded of my father in the mannerisms of the men I saw...
Lyrics
Lone Star This is the land of my father Where the oil fields stretch for hours And the cotton rows lay out for miles and miles The drawl is not lazy But it swims beneath the language Like the thirsty roots of lilies in a pond The leather belts all tooled and carved With buckles of lone stars And the worn and dusty toes of aging boots Are like the ones that held my father’s footsteps Through my years of childhood And the greatest grandest canyon on them all I can see my father walking Mirrored in the gentlemen That grace and bless this land that he called home And it is not until this moment That I recognized a culture That helped define my father to the bone A southern Texas man he was, entitled in a way That only other Texans understand And perhaps born of the empty space Between each little town and place Was the greatest grandest canyon of them all I am a lone star, a northern girl And I have traveled far To find my father’s little corner of the world This is the land of my father Where the oil fields stretch for hours And the cotton rows lay out for miles and miles And perhaps born of the empty space Between each little town and place Was the greatest grandest canyon of them all And perhaps born of the empty space Between each little town and place Was the deepest canyon of them all
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Yrral Mallik AKA Larry Gordon Killam (SOCAN)
Feb 01, 2009
So glad to get to hear the real Lone Star.Beautiful song.Good for the soul.Your S.C. Bro.~ (;Yrral Mallik;)