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Slow Southern Home

from On Promenade by Doug Burr

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Slow Southern Home

I lay awake for a night
Drenched in anguish and bright light
I dreamt about an ancient house
And a slow Southern home

I was there, and so were you
Not a word was spoke, nothing new
It was old, all was known
Like a sheep to the fold

A blind man sang, bells of joy
I was a stranger, but still a boy
My parents dead, the vines had grown
Through my slow Southern home

In those eyes, I had no name
They had seen fear, and all was vain
Bells of joy he did sing
His noise did ring and ring and ring

And everyone must come back
The flames have risen, the plumes were black
And if you're welcomed home by friends
It won't ever be the same again

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from On Promenade, track released August 29, 2007
1. Slow Southern Home
-Doug Burr: vocals, guitar, harmonica
-Todd Pertll: guitars
-Jason Upshaw: guitar
-Glen Squibb: Wurlitzer, tambourine
-Andy Odom: bass
-Rob Sanchez: drums

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Doug Burr Denton, Texas

"If there are things bigger than sex and laughs, then we damn well better sing about it. If there is a God in heaven even singing against him makes more sense than the hair metal with all its soft porn videos...Burr’s albums have the heaviness of a novel. You don’t read Faulkner for entertainment. Some authors are too full of gravity. You don’t read them at the beach. You read them at the grave." ... more

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