Winston-Salem from Goodnight Moonshine by Goodnight Moonshine

There's one last dying smoke stack in this old tobacco town
people sit on doorsteps they are friendly and they're proud.
There are painted advertisements on the red brick factories.
There is dogma in the shadows and ghosts walking the street. Hey…

The sound of devil music is coming out through open doors
two women ask the bartender for heavy handed pours.
And the man who walks so quiet is an acrobat onstage
He is calling up the demons as he blows smoke in your face. Hey…

He's singing who? who? who carried you?

I walk down to the corner, step over the chain link
where the weeds have taken over they have buckled the concrete.
Will you love me when I'm faithless, would you hold us when we fall
do you think that we can make it when there' stains on every wall. Hey...

• Acoustic
• Americana
• Folk
• Southern Rock
• jazz
• organ
• psychedelic
• slow jam
• Hamden