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Weary Bones Wander

Eldridge Moss

American Folk

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Gentle acoustic strumming on guitar and subtle fiddle weaves through narrative lyrics of a wandering laborer chasing lost love across dusty trails and endless skies, delivered with raw organic vocals. Live instrumentation including banjo and harmonica captures an intimate live-feel, emphasizing authentic folk storytelling. Stripped-down production preserves the warm, reflective essence of roots music heritage.

Lyrics

Yo, from the ends where the shadows creep. Mind and move silent, hearts on freeze. Lock, no sleep, peace. No peace. Yo, jungle, fist clenched tight. Hustle daily, dodge the blue lights. Pocket full of dreams, wrapped in white. Ends on fire, we own the night. Fed circle, eyes like hawks. But we slip through cracks, break all locks. Loyal to the soil, no second thoughts. Rise from the dirt, connect the dots. Pirate waves, crash on these blocks. Voice echo raw, spitting truth non-stop. Survival code, etched in our walk. Street kings cry and watch the empire rock. This my turf, blood in the bricks. Struggle carved deep, no time for tricks. Agro in my veins, pride never quits. Urban warriors, we built this shit. Hold the line, ends forever lit. Police chase ghosts, we never slip. Police chase ghosts, we never slip. Dawn breaks grim, still grinding gears. Death's pile high, wipe away the tears. Shank in the waist, just for the fizz. Brother down, we ride for years. Radio hums, underground vibes. MC5, keep the whole crew alive. Territorial stamp, no compromise. Hustle harder, touch the skies. Build stack and belly on empty. But spirit unbroken, raw and plenty. From council flats to the top entry. We claim what's ours, no apology. This my turf, blood in the bricks. Struggle carved deep, no time for tricks. Agro in my veins, pride never quits. Urban warriors, we built this shit. Hold the line, ends forever lit. Police chase ghosts, we never slip. Police chase ghosts, we never slip. We never slip. Slow it down, feel the weight press. Memories haunt like unhealed scars. But fire inside burns through the mess. Rise again, chase them distant stars. Stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars stars

Weary Bones Wander

Eldridge Moss

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