Medicine Lid from Medicine (EP) by Aaron Davis

"Medicine Lid"
(written by Aaron Wesley Davis, published by Three Hearted Recording, ASCAP)

The original owner of this here lid
Left the world early like many heroes did
Never knew his name, the Montana fisher
All I know is I’ll thank him down the river

Gifted to me by his best friend
Didn’t know a lick about me, in the end
On my head it rests, a token to believe
Cash it in by turning it to seed

It gives me cold chills
With all, all of the feels
Not for me, not for him, but for the Medicine Lid
And those cold, cold chills

One assumes control like humans do
But there are ties that bind out of view
The panoramic forces lead one to zoom
Beyond the peripheral and into bloom

Hats are a shade just like a shoe
Sometimes buried, sometimes they walk to you
This one I wear not for the color it brings
But what it stands for and how it makes me sing

The character of a cap is the grit it holds
All the fortune lies beneath the folds
Sir, it’s an honor, and it covers my fuzz
Raise a glass to that natural buzz

It gives me cold chills
With all, all of the feels
not for me, not for him, but for the Medicine
And those cold, cold chills
And those cold, cold chills

• Rock
• alt-country
• alt-folk
• americana
• classic country
• fiddle
• folk rock
• harmonica
• roots-rock
• slide guitar
• wyofolk
• wyomericana
• wyoming music
• Jackson