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Halfway to Hardinsburg - Houndmouth



     
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You got some things to say
But you never like to speak
So you grab a pen and you head out for the table
You scotch taped a note down
Of words that you wrote down
Resembling an old English fable
And you were half way to Hardinsburg
And you were half way to hell
When you heard the sound of the organ's bitter swell
You're modeling the fashions while you're counting up your rations
Well, girl you've got plans of your own
You're cursing the masses while you're looking through your glasses
Well, girl you ain't never going back home
And you were half way to Hardinsburg

And you were half way to hell
When you heard the sound of the organ's bitter swell
Mr. Moses, your front porch light's on
I've come here for your daughter and I can see that she's gone
You said she took a ring of mine to pawn
If I hurry I could catch her out on Broadway to dawn
And you were half way to Hardinsburg
And you were half way to hell
When you heard the sound of the organ's bitter swell
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Lyrics submitted by Marieli.

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Houndmouth is a collaborative folk/rock band from the lowland plains and farmlands of Indiana and Kentucky. Their poetry emphasizes foolhardiness, and their soulful harmonies carry far. Once a folk duo, Katie Toupin and Matt Myers (of the Saint James Hotel) joined up with Shane Cody (Riffraff Revival) and Zak Appleby to create a colossal electric sound with bouncy half-time beats, punchy guitar riffs, and a bit of facial hair.

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