Written by Joe Hawkins and Jeff Randle

Joe Hawkins - banjo, bass
Jeff Randle - vocals, guitar
Brian Hogan - vocals
Feat. Stuart Rutherford - slide guitar

I grew up in this valley low
My roots grow deep just like the trees grow tall
They're strong like my fathers before
The river runs right by her side
When the sun goes down the city lights
Bring the night sky to life

Round and round it goes
This here is my home
I will not let go
No, I won't let go

My mama said share what you have
When someone's down put out your hand and help
Them get back up on to their feet
Because the Lord he gives and the Lord he takes
But the Lord he cannot take or break this town
It's grace is in you and in me

Chorus

The rain will fall, the sun will shine
The winters are cold but I will live and die
With these hills on my every side
With these hills on my every side

Chorus

Please be Kind

A Song for the Valley

Written by Jeff Randle

Brian Hogan - vocals, harmonica
Joe Hawkins - banjo, bass
Trevor Lubin - mandolin
Jeff Randle - vocals, guitar

I was twenty five, you were twenty one
We were both wide-eyed and both so young
With nothing in our heads but foolish pride
You said I love you, I said me too
But neither of us had a clue
That love meant playing on the same side

Those first few months were quite a ride
Nothing kept me from your side
After the honeymoon you turned cold
We settled in and settled down
You lost your smile and found a frown
And the jokes I make aren't funny anymore

You're a boiling kettle burning on the stove
A ticking time bomb waiting to explode

I ain't got no dollars 
But honey you ain't making no sense
You say to change my ways
And you keep yelling every day
I don't want to take it any more more more
So I packed my bags, I'm running out the door

Now any time I come home late
You want to burn me at the stake
And it's been months since poker with the guys
When I take you out you cause a scene
Sure enough blame it on me
What happened 'cause you used to be so nice

You're a boiling kettle burning on the stove
A ticking time bomb waiting to explode

I ain't got no dollars 
But honey you ain't making no sense
You say to change my ways
And you keep yelling every day
I don't want to take it any more more more
So I packed my bags, I'm running out the door

We lost that fire and we stuck around
Ran this poor thing right into the ground
Before growing old, oh we grew apart
But let me stop you before you start

I ain't got no dollars 
But honey you ain't making no sense
You say to change my ways
And you keep yelling every day
I don't want to take it any more more more
So I packed my bags, I'm running out the door

Dollars and Sense

Produced by Erik Lind and Mikael Tobias
Recorded by Gilles Castilloux at The Treatment Room, Montreal, QC in February 2012
Additional recording by Mikael at his apartment in summer 2012
Mixed by Mikael Tobias
Mastered by Reuben Ghose (www.mojitomastering.com)
Design by Catherine Aumais

All songs written by Erik Lind

The Kick

Written by Jeff Randle

Brian Hogan - vocals, banjo, violin, bass
Jeff Randle - vocals, guitar, mandolin

Whiskey Drunk

Six-piece string band from Ottawa, ON, Canada. Highly influenced by bluegrass, folk, jug band, country and blues music.

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