Little Caney - Glossary

Hold my hand and walk the ground softly

We don’t want to wake the dead

Just want a little corn in our bread and settle down

Come on Little Caney you know the sun is sinking now

And we got to make it on out to where your branches lay

Marked by stones and covered by wildflowers

Is family you’ve never known

Rotten old clothes lying in boxes of bones

I wish you could’ve been there when they all had souls

So much soul

Don’t get lost in the tall tall grass

It’s grown as high as you

I can see the graveyard peeking through the trees

And the scattered monuments of your kin

Reunited in the dirt

Only absent the hurt that living brings

Marked by stones and covered by wildflowers

Is family you’ve never known

Rotten old clothes lying in boxes of bones

I wish you could’ve been there when they all had souls

So much soul

Looky here Little Caney honey don’t you cry

You know we’re all going to die someday

And the hand of another you’ll be holding tight

When you walk out to the site where I lay

Marked by stones and covered by wildflowers

Is family you’ve never known

Rotten old clothes lying in boxes of bones

I wish you could’ve been there when they all had souls

So much soul

Where did it go