Pony Bradshaw – Foxfire Lyrics
Artist: Pony Bradshaw
Song: Foxfire
She conjured up a creole wind
Straight ways from that desert land
Kin cross over the big blue sea
Stabbed them roots in the low country
Tar she went, red handed left
The rabbit in the sweet grass
I made my way, just a fisherman
And take my time on the righteous path
On the righteous path
We talk primitive, cause we got the medicine
We gonna toil and sing the night
Roll, Jordan roll
Red whisky in a bowl
We gonna talk and sing the night
On the righteous path
Hog-killing weather is making her moods
By the mar, tongue in groove
Fried catfish make my weak knees wish
For some of mama’s hot okra stew
Who brought the peanut cake
Who brought the brown gravy
Don’t you forget the monkey bread
She makes her way, just a washerwoman
And takes her time on the righteous path
On the righteous path
We talk primitive, cause we got the medicine
We gonna toil and sing the night
Roll, Jordan roll
Red whisky in a bowl
We gonna talk and sing the night
On the righteous path
June month, shes a hard month
’cause the sun, it don’t take no prisoners
Grab up a hoe, grab up a boy
Rice in your clothes
Fish till you’re bored
Tar she went, red handed left
The rabbit in the sweet grass
I make my way, just a fisher man
And take my time on the righteous path
I make my way, just a fisher man
And take my time on the, the righteous path
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Release Year: 2021