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Saints and Sinners

by Jenny Anne Mannan

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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
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Lindytown 03:26
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
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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

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Track by track diary of an American songstress

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released August 16, 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

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Jenny Anne Mannan Spokane, Washington

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 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. ... more

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