These old hills call For the blood of my body; A pound of flesh for a ton of coal. So down I go Into a dark hill waiting Where lungs turn black And hearts grow cold. And I'll take to the hills, Run from the devil, Into the dying sun. Something wicked my way comes. Tread soft my friend, Into these shadows, Where the old ones roam. For in these hills we die alone.
Just wanted to say this is by far my favorite lyric version. Really a throw back to the poetic vibes of the first season in relation to the coal country soul of the show and region. I have to come back here and listen every couple of months because it hits so hard in the feels. Love it.
I love him! His music calls to something in me and I love it! My Great-great Granny was a Midwife/Wise Woman in Appalachia, a little wide-spot in the road called Tyner, Kentucky. I can't tell you how much I love this podcast and everyone in it! I was a Patreon but lost my job. As soon as I get straightened out I'll be back, Family.
It's odd how much I can relate to our beloved hillfolk in OGoA. As far as I know, I have little to no family from Appalachia, but I do come from a line of Welsh coal miners before they immigrated, so beaten down coal folk aren't far off no matter where they're from
