Graveyards from Graveyards by Donnie and the Dry Heavers

When it rains, and the train leaves at 2:15 a.m.
And the sound lettin' out of this old sleepy town.
Oh it sings, and it rings of the freedom
That once was, that once was held with these hands.

But someday soon, that same old song will find me.
Like graveyard gold dug up, it's all in the timing.

Organic inspiration outdated by demand of less thought;
Drum up stale muck, elated to slice a piece off.
And it screams, and it rings of the slavery
That once was, and soon could, be set free.

But someday soon, that same old song will find me.
Like graveyard gold dug up, it's all in the timing.

When it rains, and the train leaves at 2:15 a.m.
And the sound lettin' out of this old sleepy town.
Oh it sings, and it rings of the freedom
That once was that once was held with these hands

But someday soon, that same old song will find me.
Like graveyard gold dug up, it's all in the timing.

• Alternative
• indie rock
• jam
• Kingsport