Morgan County Blues

by John Vournakis

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Recorded at the Birdhouse Recording Studio in November 2012.

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released December 21, 2012

Engineered and produced by Damon Moon

Arranged and performed by John Vournakis and Damon Moon.

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John Vournakis Atlanta, Georgia

Born in Connecticut, raised in Georgia, and edified in Michigan, John Vournakis writes songs in the American tradition that wander toward a ground he can call his own.

With lyrics and melodies equal parts nostalgic and haunted, Vournakis questions what it means to be a good man in America today.
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Track Name: Morgan County Blues
Rainy day in March, Spring showers blooming flowers in your grave.
I muddied up my shoes, feeling out of place in my cheap suit.
Shared your weight with the boys as we carried you down
from the church yard to the ground.

Those last few years were tough so I think it's time that you finally rest your bones,
and get back to that husband that you lost so long ago.
He died young and left you to raise seven kids alone.

Raindrops on my windowsill, they woke me in that early morning grey.
Your household roused in silence, without you, on that first lonesome day.
I watched your daughter lay down in your bedroom for the last time.
For her it's not some ordinary heartbreak, it's a new kind of goodbye.

She buried the only parent she'd ever known and she said goodbye to her home
in that small town she grew up in and out of long ago.
And those rocky hills, they're filled with our ancestors blood and bones.

Those last few years were tough so I think it's time that you finally rest your bones,
and get back to that husband that you lost so long ago.
He died young and left you to raise seven kids alone.
The greatest woman I've ever known rests in the West Virginia loam