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Everything is Alright
03:32
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Olivia
03:13
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. Olivia
I see the girl who delights in all the world, Olivia
She shares a name with the woman you became
And they really are the same, Olivia
Olivia, Olivia, how does your garden grow
Olivia, Olivia, my heart wants to know
You see the boy whose eyes are full of joy, Olivia
He shares a soul with this traveller brave and bold
This lover growing old, Olivia
Olivia, Olivia, what flowers do you sow
Olivia, Olivia, where do the hours go
The light in your eyes, brighter than the winter skies, Olivia
The warmth of my skin always seems to draw you in
Never want to leave again, Olivia
Olivia, Olivia, why do these moments pass
Olivia, Olivia, will they ever last
The sun arrives with each bright morning
The songbirds cast their quiet spell
You hear their joy but not their warning
Time will pass but time will never tell
Olivia, Olivia, time will never tell
I see us here in the shadow of our fear, Olivia
We share a heart, we don’t have to be apart
Love could be a brand new start, Olivia
Olivia, Olivia, how does your garden grow
Olivia, Olivia, will I ever know
Olivia, Olivia
Olivia
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Bright Light of Day
04:19
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Say Old Playmate
05:29
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Let the Night Seize Me
04:04
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The Little Things
03:12
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Les Yeax de Rosalie
04:43
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Jack of Hearts
03:56
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Ain't Never Fell
04:01
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I Ain’t Playing Pretty Polly
When I was a young boy, my papaw played me songs
He’d sing that Pretty Polly, and I’d listen all night long
Those sounds went straight into my soul, sitting on his cabin floor
But I ain’t playing Pretty Polly anymore
When Granny was a young girl, she had to hold her own
She told my little sister, don’t get with a man alone
Down in the Willow Garden, wasn’t some old metaphor
So I ain’t playing Willow Garden anymore
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I ain’t playing Pretty Polly or Rosalie McFall
I ain’t playing Knoxville Girl, no, none of them at all
No more tales of women killed by drunken violent men
They don’t deserve their stories told, I won’t raise my voice again
I ain’t playing Pretty Polly anymore
Cause I know some stories, men like my Uncle Clyde
He spent seven decades at my Aunt Myrtle’s side
Kentucky teens who fell in love in 1934
They had to leave the mountains to find work in Baltimore
She tended their young family while he fought for them in the war
And she still holds his picture and looks for him at the door
Though she just turned 100 and he passed 12 years before
So I ain’t playing Pretty Polly anymore
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You Will Live Love
03:44
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One Note
02:38
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Dirk Powell Louisiana
Dirk Powell is a musician with deep roots in several rural American styles, including the Appalachian heritage of his Kentucky grandfather, from whom he learned banjo and fiddle, and the strong Cajun traditions of the Balfa family, into which he married at a young age. His most recent collaborations include Americana great Buddy Miller and MacArthur fellow Rhiannon Giddens. ... more
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