This entry was posted in General by Rickey Pittman. Hard for me to pick a time period but when you go back and listen to Uncle Tupelo, Son Volt, Whiskeytown, early Lucinda Williams, Slim Cessna, Steve Earle, The Gourds, Iris Dement, Rosanne Cash, Lyle Lovettt, REK, it does sometimes as if the best alt country is in the rearview. Lots of great music being made today, too. You’ll find it’s better at the end of the line.īut saints don’t bother with a tear stained eye. Seminal work from a seminal band, certainly. If learning is living, and the truth is a state of mind Throw away the bad news, and put it to rest Like the man said, rode hard and put away wet Hitting the pavement still asking for more Seeing traces of the scars that came before Nothing more than the traveling hands of time?īut saints don’t bother with a tear stained eye I would meet you anywhere the western sun meets the air If I got any of the lyrics wrong, please let me know. Anyway, here is a transcription of the song I found on the Web somewhere a while back. Jay Farrar (of Uncle Tupelo fame) has a voice that deeply resonates in the heart of many. Songs are often personal turning points, and I’m sure this song was a spark for my interest in the saints and their involvement in or distance from the life of the individual artist. The song was okay, but as always happens when I hear any Son Volt song, I thought of my favorite song of his and decided to post the lyrics. while another's might call for water-and stain-shedding interior fabric. While working on my online classes I teach and on my tax preparation, I heard a Son Volt song on my Americana Cable station I like to listen to. We see the passengers' eyes widening as it negotiates a series of rhino- sized.
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