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Rootworkers Daughter
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Folk
Rootworkers Daughter was released on November 14, 2025 by Polk County Pagan Market as a part of the album Rootworkers Daughter - Single
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Release DateNovember 14, 2025
LabelPolk County Pagan Market
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Polk County Pagan Market
Polk County Pagan Market
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Mclelland
Jason Mclelland
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Polk County Pagan Market
Polk County Pagan Market
Producer

Lyrics

Salt in the doorway, moon on the tide
Swamp witch walkin' with the spirits by my side
Moss on my crown, blood in the water
Don't cross me baby, I'm the rootworker's daughter
Salt in the doorway, moon on the tide
Old rites hum where the shadows abide
Moss on my crown, blood in the water
Born of hoodoo hands, the rootworker's daughter
Mama kept charms in a red flannel fold
Buried 'em deep where the river ran cold
Spanish moss curtains, secrets in jars
Hoodoo prayers whispered under swamp born stars
Cypress roots twist where the lost souls pray
Storm rolls in, someone's dues to pay
You hear that hum when the bog turns black
Witchy winds whisper, they call you back
What was buried ain't gone
Blood remembers, blood is strong
We don't kneel to the church bells chime
We speak to bone and the river keeps time
Candles in the window, whisper in the pines
Swamp knows truth and she don't forgive lies
Salt by the doorway, moon as my guide
Hoodoo bloodline, witch by right
Grandma used iron nails over the door
Said hoodoo hearts hold power the saints ignored
Gator teeth, rosemary, braid in my hair
Witchy folk blood, its always been there
Crossroads dirt, jar filled with pins
Bible on the table but she never read hymns
We didn't bow, we blessed our own
Hoodoo roots deep, spell earth and bone
We don't bend for the preachers word
We learned from wind and coyote and bird
Moon takes blood, river keeps names
You don't fear God once you claim your flame
You don't fear God once you claim your flame
Night water shimmer, hush now listen
Eyes in the dark where the spirits glisten
If the swamp calls you, don't ever falter
Witchy souls wake in a rootworker's daughter
We carry dirt from the ones before
Their breath, our blood, forevermore
Salt in the doorway, moon on the tide
Ancestor shadows stand at my side
Crown made of moss, heart made of mortar
Hoodoo blood singing, rootworker's daughter
Written by: Jason Mclelland
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