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Dandelion

Written by: Emi Sunshine, Alisha Hamilton & Fish Fisher


Marlee's been wonderin'

Where have all the mean kids been?

There ain't been yellin', There ain't been cryin'
Ever since she met the new neighbor Dandelion

Now the suburbs are oh so nice

Dead Men Can't Catcall
Emi Sunshine, Alisha Hamilton, Randall Hamilton, Fish Fisher

V1
Don't follow me, you think I can't see the way you stare
You think you're covert, like what could it hurt, I can feel you right there
Your course chilling voice, a man not a boy, I turn, you look down, where's your arrogance now?

Me, the Devil, and Katie Belle|Walking in the woods on Sunday|I had Katie by the arm|And the Devil leading me| |We walked right down the old spring branch |And I wouldn't let her go|I had Katie by the heart|And the Devil had my soul| |He wouldn't let me go|Tho I would beg and plead |I took Katie for my own|And the Devil, he took me| |Me, the Devil, and Katie Belle|Went walking in the woods on Sunday|I left Katie in the cold hard ground|And buried her ‘neath the tree| |I visit that tree most every night|I moan and cry and weep |For my dear love Katie Belle|But the Devil still has me| |One day I'll go beneath the ground|Unto my final sleep|God will take sweet Katie Belle|But the Devil, he'll take me| |Many a maid has had my heart |But the Devil won't let me be|I Left them all beneath the ground|Where his sweet Katie sleeps

She loved their kids, he loved his wife|The fires spread separated by miles|He held out hope in spite of fear|Until she was found with their daughters near||These mountains will always be my home|Tho the embers took much away|For the sorrow there is hope and grace|Till then .....These... Mountains .....are my resting place... ||He drove as fast as he could|Past the fires and ravaged woods|The home she loved it no longer stood |There hopes and dreams gone for good|||These mountains will always be our home|Tho the embers took much away|For the sorrow there is hope and grace|Till then .....These... Mountains .....are my resting place... ||Many gathered upon the very hill|Where the fires all raced and did their will|To work and labor, toil and mend|To mourn their loss and begin again|||These mountains will always be our home|Tho the embers took much away|For the sorrow there is hope and grace|Till then .....These... Mountains .....are my resting place

I just got sentenced for sinning|In this Podunk town|The crooked judge he was grinnin|But it's too late now|And I ain't trying to justify a single thing I done|But when he dropped that gavel my life unraveled|I'm still trying to pick the pieces up| |Ain't no bars in a prison cell|It's just steel doors, bricks and mortar|Every day gets longer|While my life is getting shorter|And no one seems to recognize that I was good in better days|My only hope is to make parole|But that seems so far away| |My life ain't my own no more because I've gone astray|Alone in my cell, I talk to myself and I say|I need redemption|Some self-correction|Because I've learnt my lesson|I'm gonna change my way|I'll walk the straight and narrow|Fly free like a sparrow|On my knees for prayer though|My only hope is faith|Is there a song for me though I've never been a saint|A sinner's serenade| |I know it could be worse|I've seen some folks|That'll be here when they die|I've seen the hardest criminals break down and cry|But for me I'm just counting down every single day|They come and go but no one knows|Just how much I've changed| |These men and women judging me|All they are seeing is my past|Everyone is so skeptical|Wondering if the good in me will last|I've only got half-an-hour to make them see|That parole would do more good|Than these chains around my feet