Yodel

I have a bluegrass soul and a folk face,

the Appalachians are running down my spine,

somehow the country never got out of my life–

and some days all I wanna do is climb up there

and yodel till the horse comes to break me.

And I can’t play guitar and I can barely sing,

losing octaves to the years’ sting,

and I don’t really know what it’s like in Kentucky–

maybe I should consider myself lucky but

I want to yodel till I’m alive again.

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