Wiregrasser (Acoustic) from Motherland by Abigail Dowd

I belong to no one
The rocky shoal beneath the pines is where I come from
I can still hear my mama calling
Come sundown boy your make your way back home

From the wiregrass of Alabama
Down in Andalusia is where I get my name
I work this land just like my daddy
Hands like leather and I"m mean as those blades

I'm a wiregrasser chipping down the pines
There's no more blackbelt prairies
Only pitch, tar, and turpentine

I grew up from the ashes
Sand in my shoes and pine sap running through my veins
I've got catface carved in my sides
And no amount of prayer will save my life

I'm a wiregrasser chipping down the pines
There's no more blackbelt prairies
Only pitch, tar, and turpentine

We cut em down we bled em dry
They worked us to the bone Stomped out the devil's fire
Prayed that God would save our souls
I still hear mama calling
But heaven is the only place left to call my home

I'm a wiregrasser chipping down the pines
There's no more blackbelt prairies
Only pitch, tar, and turpentine

• Americana
• Folk
• folk
• singersongwriter
• world music
• Greensboro