Dogwood hit the ground like
Bird wings make the sound that's
So peculiar, swear to god you're, so familiar
Hon if I treat you mean
Plant a little cross in the back lot
Bury me when the rains run hot
Bury me when the foundry's rot
When the foundry's rot, rot
No one ever should treat you unkind
No one does no harm to none of mine
Snapped a banjo string like a
Broken cardinal wing like
When we kissed, in the sprawling endless, Kentucky gray mist
Termites line the house like
Stitches in your blouse like
Southern gospel, dear in all told, I'm good and awful
Hon if I treat you mean
Plant a little cross in the back lot
Bury me when the rains run hot
Bury me when the foundry's rot
When the foundry's rot, rot
No one ever should treat you unkind
No one does no harm to none of mine
No one ever should treat you unkind
No one does no harm to none of mine
Andrew Montana - Foundry Lyrics
Andrew Montana - Foundry Lyrics
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Dogwood hit the ground like
Bird wings make the sound that's
So peculiar, swear to god you're, so familiar
Hon if I treat you mean
Plant a little cross in the back lot
Bury me when the rains run hot
Bury me when the foundry's rot
When the foundry's rot, rot
No one ever should treat you unkind
No one does no harm to none of mine
Snapped a banjo string like a
Broken cardinal wing like
When we kissed, in the sprawling endless, Kentucky gray mist
Termites line the house like
Stitches in your blouse like
Southern gospel, dear in all told, I'm good and awful
Hon if I treat you mean
Plant a little cross in the back lot
Bury me when the rains run hot
Bury me when the foundry's rot
When the foundry's rot, rot
No one ever should treat you unkind
No one does no harm to none of mine
No one ever should treat you unkind
No one does no harm to none of mine
Bird wings make the sound that's
So peculiar, swear to god you're, so familiar
Hon if I treat you mean
Plant a little cross in the back lot
Bury me when the rains run hot
Bury me when the foundry's rot
When the foundry's rot, rot
No one ever should treat you unkind
No one does no harm to none of mine
Snapped a banjo string like a
Broken cardinal wing like
When we kissed, in the sprawling endless, Kentucky gray mist
Termites line the house like
Stitches in your blouse like
Southern gospel, dear in all told, I'm good and awful
Hon if I treat you mean
Plant a little cross in the back lot
Bury me when the rains run hot
Bury me when the foundry's rot
When the foundry's rot, rot
No one ever should treat you unkind
No one does no harm to none of mine
No one ever should treat you unkind
No one does no harm to none of mine
Writer: Andrew Montana
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