Poca (feat. Mysterious Broadcast)

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Elliot Pullen

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Hornets nesting in the holes in the yard
Watch the neighbor's horses pour some food for the dog
Down the driveway try not to fall into the stream
Cross the river back through Wheeling again
Down in Putnam county felt like living in a dream
Aunties frying up some cakes in the pan
Smoke is being twirled all around by the fan
There's chatter from the living room, the family I got
Climb up the mountain rifle on my back
Sweat pouring from my skin giving myself a laugh
And daddy's coming up with me to make sure I don't get shot

Hear momma's stories, taken to work with her pops
Coal Miners Daughter playing on the jukebox
I know that life here is often in lament
But I been longing for that simple existence
Back when I was but a young boy no worry of subsistence
But we ain't going back to Poca again

Up in the big house there were holes in the floor
All the termites in the boards ain't getting drunk anymore
Not since they torn it down and sold off all the scraps
This land is changing not the way that I'd hoped
I'm reminded of the days when I would come to this home
I'd play around with the bugs and dirt out in the back
Catchin crawdads down in the creek
Watch for the snakes that slither down by your feet
There are many more now than there ever was before
Found a pistol in the trunk by the couch
.380 caliber nobody knows it was found
It's time to head back out don't lock the door

Hear momma's stories, taken to work with her pops
Coal Miners Daughter playing on the jukebox
I know that life here is often in lament
But I been longing for that simple existence
Back when I was but a young boy no worry of subsistence
But we ain't going back to Poca again

Mom and pops are sitting back on the porch
Me and the cousins shoot some holes in the woods
There's food frying out back on that rusty grill
Running from the dogs that live down the street
Carry a big stick and knife and boots on your feet
Down here there ain't no use for a dollar bill
Last time I was there was moving furniture out
This trailer is empty and the day was a drought
The sun beating down and burning us up red
Sold the land off got a home in the south
Down by the water nothing to worry about
Reminding me this is all for the best

Hear momma's stories, taken to work with her pops
Coal Miners Daughter playing on the jukebox
I know that life here is often in lament
But I been longing for that simple existence
Back when I was but a young boy no worry of subsistence
But we ain't going back to Poca again
Oh no lord we ain't going back to Poca again
Oh no lord we ain't going back to Poca again
Oh no lord we ain't going back to Poca again

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