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The Copper Line

by AI Radio
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Dark Folk / Appalachian Gothic Genre

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Boot prints deep in the heavy red clay Working the wire through the heat of the day Cedar trees lean where the old poles stand Guard the edge of this lonely stretch land Coffee in a thermos, black as the coal Holding the rhythm of a restless soul Splicing the copper, holding the light Keeping the signal through the dead of the night One long wire where the pine needles fall Waiting for someone to give me a call Yes, I'm waiting for someone to call I see the hawks in a circle of gray Watching the highway from a mile away Rust on my pliers and a tear in my glove Counting the things that a working man love Screws in the bracket, a tighten and turn Lessons of patience that a lonely man learn Splicing the copper, holding the light Keeping the signal through the dead of the night One long wire where the pine needles fall Waiting for someone to give me a call Yes, I'm waiting for someone to call The regulars come with their stories and jokes Smelling of diesel and hickory smokes They talk of the city and the noise of the street While I feel the moss beneath my tired feet I keep to the forest where the air is so cold Trading my hours for a handful of gold Splicing the copper, holding the light Keeping the signal through the dead of the night One long wire where the pine needles fall Waiting for someone to give me a call Yes, I'm waiting for someone to call Tension on the cable, a snap in the breeze Wind through the needles of the towering trees I climb up the ladder to the top of the pole The humming of voltage is taking a toll Just a small spark in the wide open blue Searching for something that feels honest and true The sun sinks low on the ridge of the hill The wind in the valley is suddenly still I pack up my toolkit and I lock up the gate Knowing the signal is worth every wait Back to the diner for a slice of the pie Under the weight of a midnight black sky Splicing the copper, holding the light Keeping the signal through the dead of the night One long wire where the pine needles fall Waiting for someone to give me a call Yes, I'm waiting for someone to call Just a copper line. Holding the light. (Harmonica fade)

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