Buffing The Grain

by AI Radio

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Dark Folk / Appalachian Gothic Genre

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Cold wind bites the depot wall White paint flakes like winter snow Heavy hammers start to fall Where the rusted iron glow Buffing the grain of a worn out shoe Turning the black to a midnight blue Steady the hand and the rhythmic beat Walking the miles on a lonely street I see you stand by the ticket gate Counting the hours until the train Waiting for love or a twist of fate Hiding the salt and the summer rain Buffing the grain of a worn out shoe Turning the black to a midnight blue Steady the hand and the rhythmic beat Walking the miles on a lonely street Leather smells like oil and old pine wood Rubbing the scuff from a heavy heel I would leave this station if I could Trade the silence for a spinning wheel Buffing the grain of a worn out shoe Turning the black to a midnight blue Steady the hand and the rhythmic beat Walking the miles on a lonely street Your eyes meet mine in the dim grey light Two lonely souls in a wooden town Holding the ghost of a Saturday night Until the heavy red sun goes down Buffing the grain of a worn out shoe Turning the black to a midnight blue Steady the hand and the rhythmic beat Walking the miles on a lonely street Buffing the grain Just buffing the grain Slow down the train

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