Velma from Wildflowers by Jonathan Byrd

Wind in the cypress, sand on the ground
Fallin' down Velma, fallin' down
The daughter of a farmer, she ran away to town
Fallin' down Velma, fallin' down

You poisoned your mama, then you watched her fall
Your medicine is calling, can't you hear your medicine call?

You married my granddaddy. Him I never knew.
About the time he met me was about the time he met you.

The you killed Stuart Taylor. Someone had to know.
Every man you been with, one by one they go.

Once you take to killing, your life ain't never the same.
Now they have your number. Now they know your name.

• Americana
• Country
• acoustic
• folk
• songwriter
• Chapel Hill