Red Clay Roots - Laura Stevenson

When the cotton takes its toll

On the Carolina soil

And your soul longs to go

Sing on, Yankee radio

Follow the sound down the red clay road

Your daddy’s gone your bottle broke

Your mother sews to keep her home

Your brothers croon, but they will too

Die a bottle death, just as soon

You’ll bury them deep in red clay grave

The wash is boiling in the ring

And you hear a lady sing

Lillie Rae, sweetly sways

While the old Victrola plays

Follow the sound down red clay road