I mean, does it get any more gorgeous than this?

townes

Live at the Austin Outhouse

Clay Pigeons

They meet behind the old feed store
Where the town don’t tend to go no more


Earl plays spoons, Hank brings a jug
Lena belts like she once knew love
Billy Joe taps the beat on his cast
Each voice cracked like a weathered mast

We're the Dry County Choir
Singin’ grace through barbed-wire throats
Found salvation in an old flat tire
And mercy in borrowed coats
Ain’t no steeple, but we stand just fine
Holdin’ pitch in a busted line
Not divine, we're the Dry County Choir

They don’t sell liquor inside these lines
But the past still pours from our blood like wine
We don’t drink no more, we testify
With a harmony that’ll make God cry

We're the Dry County Choir
Swappin’ sins for secondhand songs
Every verse rises a little higher
Till the guilt don’t feel so wrong
Ain’t no pulpit, but we’ve got this shed
Where the ghosts' forget and the living ain’t dead
Least not yet, we're the Dry County Choir

The sheriff don’t ask, the preacher don’t come
But the cornfield listens when the singing’s done

We’re the Dry County Choir
Hymns from the lost and tired
We bend our shame into gospel fire
And burn it slow on a busted wire
Ain’t no altar but the dirt we own
Ain’t no heaven like singing alone
We attone, we're the Dry County Choir

Dry County Choir... Dry County Choir...

Dry County Choir

Early demo (more to come):

When we broke into the magic within
You wondered, "how can it be?
Can it linger, can it last
In a world of entropy?"
I was thinking of something to say
Some words to reassure
But there is only, only today
And no need to walk through that door

We when fell into the wonder within
You asked me, "is this real?
Is it a dream, just a whim?
I don't know what to feel"
I was thinking of something to say
Some wisdom to give you
But there is only, only today
And no other proof

Image by Kier In Sight

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