Lyrics
They call me ginseng daddy
I'm the pride of my kin
I'm just fooling, halfway gone
On that foxfire again
I two-stepped all through Georgia
Just to find what I don't need
Living high on the hog
Getting lost in the weeds
But I'm safe in the arms of vernacular
Yeah, I'm safe in the arms of vernacular
Up there on dope mountain
I've got cousins and I've got friends
They ain't all bad, they ain't all good
Some you can't comprehend
Hell is a mill town
Where the cotton still bleeds
Hell is a dirty old mill town
Where the cotton still bleeds
But I'm safe in the arms of vernacular
Yeah, I'm safe in the arms of vernacular
WRITERS
James Bradshaw
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Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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Sadness
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Substance Use
