Saints and Sinners
by Jenny Anne Mannan
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Down the Mountain
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Lindytown
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Track by track diary of an American songstress
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released 16 August 2011
All songs written by Jenny Anne Mannan
State Flower Music, ASCAP
Instruments and vocals by Jenny Anne Mannan
Recorded and engineered by Caleb R. Strine
Cover art & design by Caleb Mannan
All songs written by Jenny Anne Mannan
State Flower Music, ASCAP
Instruments and vocals by Jenny Anne Mannan
Recorded and engineered by Caleb R. Strine
Cover art & design by Caleb Mannan
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I grew up on the side of a mountain. With a bunch of siblings. I spent most of my childhood on a bus with my family, touring ... more around North America, peddling our wares of song. Music has taken me all over the world, from the mountains of NE Washington to Nashville and back again. I've played for audiences large and small, and nowadays my 4 favorite fans are the love of my life and our 3 babies. less
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- Track Name: Down the Mountain
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Going down the mountain out to the water
We’ll get to the water one day
With our feet deep in that cold rushing water
We’ll wash all our troubles away
Daddy said, ‘This land’s turned against us,’
I looked at my black shoes stained brown
The hot dirty sky blue a blizzard in July
He said, ‘Momma, it’s time we go down’
Go down the mountain out to the water
We’ll get to the water one day
With our feet deep in that cold rushing water
We’ll wash all our troubles away
Momma took down her old copper basin
She washed our feet with tears in her eyes
‘Let’s leave the dirt behind, girls, we’re going West to find
Blue water and even bluer skies’
Going down the mountain out to the water
We’ll get to water one day
With our feet deep in that cold foamy water
Well wash our long journey away
We loaded up horseless wagon
Daddy hung a sign at our back
It said ‘Oregon or bust’ blazing down a trail of dust
Oklahoma, we ain’t looking back
We’re going down the mountain out to the water
We’ll get to water one day
With our feet deep in that cold rushing water
We’ll wash all our troubles away
With our feet deep in that cold rushing water
We’ll wash all our troubles away - Track Name: Lindytown
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They raped our land
For 25 grand
Faith moves mountains
But money moves man
Our way of life
Claimed by twilight
Now there’s nothing in this holler left for Quinnie
To do but die
Lawrence married Quinnie and they built this house
Back when miners still dug coal underground
Lindytown was just a dot on Kentucky’s map
Mountain folk doing mountain folk things
In the shadow of the mountain Quinnie’s garden grew
While progress carved up the land she knew
Till the woods her boy wandered in had been stripped bare
Slurry coursing through the hillside’s veins
They raped our land
For 25 grand
Faith moves mountains
But money moves man
Our way of life
Claimed by twilight
Now there’s nothing in this holler left for Quinnie
To do but die
When the Massey outfit came in handing out green bills
Paid the Webbs and the Workmans to leave these hills
But Quinnie’s mem’ry is fading and she gets confused
Lawrence couldn’t take her from her hometown
Then they blew the mountaintop the day Lawrence died
Now the tears and the rockfly fill her eyes
Quinnie’s boy rocks beside her in the failing light
The last ghost in Lindytown
They raped our land
For 25 grand
Faith moves mountains
But money moves man
Our way of life
Claimed by twilight
Now there’s nothing in this holler left for Quinnie
To do but die - Track Name: (Doin Much Better than) Daddy Done
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Doin much better than my Daddy done
This ain’t so bad for a moonshiner’s son
I got my reasons, excuses none,
Cause I’m doin much better than my Daddy done
A damn sight better than my Daddy done
My Daddy died down on skid row
Well I quit drinkin years ago
He disappeared months at a time
While I stayed here and did my time
So I’m doin much better than my Daddy done
Doin much better than my Daddy done
This ain’t so bad for a moonshiner’s son
I got my reasons, excuses none,
Cause I’m doin much better than my Daddy done
A damn sight better than my Daddy done
My Daddy drank all he could earn
So I swore when I got my turn
That I’d bleed and sweat for an honest wage,
So I picked cotton, I dug graves
Just to do much better than my Daddy done
Doin much better than my Daddy done
This ain’t so bad for a moonshiner’s son
I never quit till the work was done
And I’m doin much better than my Daddy done
A damn sight better than my Daddy done
One day, son, when you are grown
And you’ve got children of your own
You’ll see I done the best I could
And you’ll do what a real man should
And you’ll do much better than your Daddy done
Doin much better than my Daddy done
This ain’t so bad for a moonshiner’s son
You’d say if you’d seen where I come from
That I’m doin much better than my Daddy done
A damn sight better than my Daddy done
