Dust

from by Roger Hoover

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Every day I wake I turn into a stone.
Every day I wake I turn into a stone.
I wake into a wilderness that is not my own.

The devil rides to town on a Model A Ford.
The devil rides to town on a Model A Ford.
On a cloud of dust and waits at your door.

Oh, Jesus, I’m on fire.
Oh, Jesus, I’m on fire.
I have a heart full of loneliness and a mind full of desire.

The bread box hangs by the oven like an urn.
The bread box hangs by the oven like an urn.
We ain’t got nothing to eat, but we’ve got plenty to burn.

Every day I wake I turn into a stone.
Every day I wake I turn into a stone.
I wake into a wilderness that is not my own.

Oh, Jesus, I’m on fire.
Oh, Jesus, I’m on fire.
I have a heart full of loneliness and a mind full of desire.

credits

from Pastures, released September 30, 2016
Roger Hoover - vocals, electric guitar
Russ Flanagan - organ
Danny Jenkins - drums
Doug McKean - bass

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Roger Hoover Ohio

Over the past 15 years, songwriter/guitarist Roger Hoover has been preaching the gospel of traditional American music to a growing group of devoted fans by keeping one foot in what Greil Marcus describes as the “old, weird America” and another foot firmly planted in the now.. ... more

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