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Tete Jaune Road

from Confluence by Black Spruce Bog

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I was born on the Tête Jaune Road
In a stand of trees where the willow grows
In a little house made of earth and wood
Is a place that I call home for good

In seventy-five the wind came down
Tore the trees right from the ground
When they’d all been taken away
You could see the hole from outer-space
You could see the hole from outer-space

Darlin’ you were in my moon
But you set behind the hill too soon
So now I stumble in the dark
Waitin’ for the mornin’ lark
Yes I'm waitin’ for the mornin’ lark

Johnny come from Belingham
He ran away from Vietnam
Now he lives down in Dome Creek
Makes his livin’ haulin’ trees
Yeah he makes his livin' haulin' trees

Well the days are long and the sun rolls high
With the fireweed and the chamomile
So I took a job at the Penny mill
When spring had come I had my fill
When that spring had come, I had my fill

We slash and burn at harvest time
Plant the pine and spruce in lines
But the forest ain’t no work of man
We’re just another grain of sand
Yeah we're just another grain of sand

The slow cold burn of rotting leaves
Feeds the hunger of the seed
Where deep inside a memory waits
For the day to cast it’s shade
A whistle blows right through my mind
Standing in the hiring line
I pay my taxes when I can
But I won’t let them take my land

I was born on the Tête Jaune Road
In a stand of trees where the willow grows...

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from Confluence, released January 16, 2015
Written by Eric WB

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With roots set deep in the northern soil, Black Spruce Bog brings a sound and tells the stories of people and the land they live on. The mossy floor of a spruce bog is not an easy place to thrive; but with the right mix of rhythm, rhyme, and ruckus, any sapling can find the light. ... more

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