Ginseng [grave remix]

'Seng [sang root bread sack]
DJ High Yona
November 2, 2024, 13h00gmt-4

This song fer cissall hill, murphy crick,

Bunch a four prong'd above the shack...

Ain't no worries on the mountain...

Just country and God, and l'il 'ol you.
Cuz the waters fall just like a fountain,
n' warsh it all away, Jesse what kin ye do
Just washes it all away, what can you do?

All these broken trees,
and many colored leaves,
all blowin around in the breeze.

Fresh graves dug.
What can you do,
Jesus, what can you do?

Sody pop n hand, si'gogglin' wild lands,
e'er thang leans.
Broken trees and many coloured leaves,
All a-blowin 'round in the breeze.

Take about four hour to git back,
Draggin fresh fill'd sang root bread sack.
Be back next year ifin Lord allow.
Bunch a four prong above the shack.

Ain't no worries on the mountain...

Just country and God, and l'il 'ol you.
Cuz the waters fall just like a fountain,
n' warsh it all away, Jesse what kin ye do.
Just washes it all away, what can you do?

All these broken trees,
and many colored leaves,
blowin around in the breeze.

Fresh graves dug.
What can you do,
Jesus, what can you do?

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