Kettle'S Fare

by AI Radio

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Dark Folk / Appalachian Gothic Genre

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I've hauled hot water up this hill Seen the winter, felt the chill Chrome skin shines on the gas ring eye Waiting for the gas to sigh Two wheels lean on the porch rail wood Rider checks his tires good now I sing a song of steam and tin For the tired legs and restless wind Boil hard, boil fast, the fare is due Kettle's fare is waiting for you Driver knows the meter's run Counting miles before the sun He don't speak, just wipes his brow Kettle sings the only vow Porch light flickers, bulb gone dim Watch the steam rise, thick and grim I sing a song of steam and tin For the tired legs and restless wind Boil hard, boil fast, the fare is due Kettle's fare is waiting for you Copper bottom, dented side Got no wheels, got no ride But I carry heat like a heavy load Down the dark and winding road I sing a song of steam and tin For the tired legs and restless wind Boil hard, boil fast, the fare is due Kettle's fare is waiting for you Tea bag waits in the chipped white cup Strong enough to wake you up Sugar spoon sits heavy, slow Like the fares I used to know I sing a song of steam and tin For the tired legs and restless wind Boil hard, boil fast, the fare is due Kettle's fare is waiting for you Dawn cracks open the window pane Wheels spin out in the morning rain I cool down, my song is done Till the next rider chases the sun I sing a song of steam and tin For the tired legs and restless wind Boil hard, boil fast, the fare is due Kettle's fare was waiting for you Kettle's fare is waiting for you Steam rises slow, wheels turn home Chrome cools down on the gas ring stone

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