Gregory Alan Isakov - John Brown's Body lyrics
[Gregory Alan Isakov - John Brown's Body lyrics]
There's always the creaks and
The strangest sounds
John brown's body was never found
But the locals see him walkin' 'round
There's a "for sale" sign on
The old farm roads
There's a silo empty and done for
The place just ain't the same no more
Now it's shinin' all them different ways
Crimson blues and yellow shades
There's snow up in the way
And those clouds still full of rain
There's work in town or so they say
Just blessed to fill our hands today
God knows if it will ever pay
And we fill our hands with wood and steel
And grace is a woman we all long to feel
You know someday we will…you
Know someday we will
There's always the creaks and
The strangest sounds
John brown's body's up and walkin' 'round
Countin' all the riches that he's found
And he throws it all in that wishing well
Made it home in the morning hail…there's
Snow up in the way
And those clouds still full of rain
The strangest sounds
John brown's body was never found
But the locals see him walkin' 'round
There's a "for sale" sign on
The old farm roads
There's a silo empty and done for
The place just ain't the same no more
Now it's shinin' all them different ways
Crimson blues and yellow shades
There's snow up in the way
And those clouds still full of rain
There's work in town or so they say
Just blessed to fill our hands today
God knows if it will ever pay
And we fill our hands with wood and steel
And grace is a woman we all long to feel
You know someday we will…you
Know someday we will
There's always the creaks and
The strangest sounds
John brown's body's up and walkin' 'round
Countin' all the riches that he's found
And he throws it all in that wishing well
Made it home in the morning hail…there's
Snow up in the way
And those clouds still full of rain