Hallowed Ground

from by John Vournakis

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lyrics

I came to the waiting room of hell,
born to a Michigan man and his West Virginia belle.
I traded Douglas Fir and Concord grape
for confederate flags and man-made lakes,
and these Bradford Pears, their rotting stench in the spring time.
And the war of Northern aggression
that'll be fought for the rest of Southern time.

I spent 16 years in the August heat,
sweating through my 600 thread count sheets.
Oh, this place I call home,
it's a beacon to insanity.

So I ran away to my Dad's home state,
where I found peace in the rust belt lakes
and the dying towns -
where no one gets out unscathed.
Where the rich can never want enough,
and the rest never get their way.

Though I've been gone a long time,
I still know the roads that keep me goin'
I-75 in the summer time,
my devil mama bring me home.

I know mosquito bites and willow whips
and sultry southern gals.
Their sweet tea breath will grace your ears,
may you be ever watchful now.

Our mountain tops are made of glass and steel
and nobody knows how
to get out of this hole that once you've dug,
your life is over.

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from The Devil You Know, released November 20, 2015

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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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