Laura Stevenson - Red Clay Roots lyrics

When the cotton takes its toll On the carolina soil And your soul longs to go Sing on yankee radio Follow the sound down the red clay road Your daddy's gone The bottles broke Your mother sews to keep her home Your brothers croon But they will too Die a d**h bottle Just as soon You'll bury them deep In red clay grave The wash is boiling In the ring And you hear a lady sing Lillie rae Sweetly sways While the old victrola plays Follow the sound Down red clay road