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The Steel Woods - Rock That Says My Name [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Steel Woods
The Steel Woods
Performer
Jake Clayton
Jake Clayton
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Cope
Jason Cope
Songwriter
Wes Bayliss
Wes Bayliss
Songwriter
Aaron Raitiere
Aaron Raitiere
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Cope
Jason Cope
Producer
Wes Bayliss
Wes Bayliss
Producer

Lyrics

I talk to the people that lie beneath these stones Imagining they listen makes me feel less alone I pick up broken flowers, sometimes I dig a hole Welcome in the new ones, introduce them to the old I can use a chisel and polisher the same I'll put anything you'd like to say under a name I'll put on my suit, make sure my tie is straight Lend a hand to the mourning, send the loved ones on their way Well I ain't afraid to die 'cause I know where I'll go There I'll live forever on the streets made of gold 'Til then I'll keep on working, you won't hear me complain And everyday I'll tip my hat to the rock that says my name Well I hired on outta high school in 1968 My wife and I picked out a spot right up by the gate It ain't much, but every morning the sun shines on that ground One of these days when I clock out, that's where I'm a-layin' down Well I ain't afraid of dying, 'cause I know where I'll go There I'll live forever on the streets made of gold 'Til then I'll keep on working, you won't hear me complain And everyday I'll tip my hat to the rock that says my name Oh, born in Alabama Year 1-9-5-0 Throw the dirt on top of me Sow the seeds and let it grow Well I ain't afraid to die, 'cause I know where I'll go There I'll live forever on the streets made of gold 'Til then I'll keep on working, you won't hear me complain And everyday I'll tip my hat to the rock that says my name Some day when I'm under it, I hope you'll do the same Stop by sometime, 'n' tip your hat to the rock that says my name Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth Where moth and rust doth corrupt And where thieves break though and steal But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven Where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt And where thieves do not break through nor steal For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
Writer(s): Aaron Raitiere, Wes Bayliss Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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