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Music City Exports (EP)

by Jackson Harper

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1.
On the north bank of the river There’s a place no eyes have seen It’s neither hell nor heaven But some lonesome in-between And I swear I’m gonna find it If it’s the last fool thing I do Gonna gather up a jar of dirt And stumble home to you Oh honey, don’t you worry Oh honey, don’t you cry I’m heading off to find the place Where the trains go to die That rusty, ancient railyard Where the iron horses rest Some say the ground is cursed there Some say the ground is blessed There’s only one track leading in And none that lead away I know that I belong there But I promise not to stay Oh honey, don’t you worry Oh honey, don’t you cry I’m heading off to find the place Where the trains go to die And I swear I’m gonna find it If it means the death of me To finally cast my doubts aside And set my spirit free Oh honey, don’t you worry Oh honey, don’t you cry I’m heading off to find the place Where the trains go to die I’m gonna find that sacred place Where the trains go to die
2.
I’m a two-hearted man I’m a two-hearted man And as long as both are beating I’m dead right where I stand I’m a two-hearted man One is knighted, one is blighted One is fierce, the other quiet One is open, one is closed One’s a thistle, one’s a rose I’m a two-hearted man I’m a two-hearted man And as long as both are beating I’m dead right where I stand I’m a two-hearted man One is living, one is dead One is silver, the other one’s lead One flies above, one lies beneath One has lips, and the other has teeth I’m a two-hearted man I’m a two-hearted man And as long as both are beating I’m dead right where I stand I’m a two-hearted man One is water, one is salt When one is broken, it’s the other one’s fault So tear me open and reach inside Pull out the one that tries to hide
3.
April May... 03:44
April marches over With a fleece around her shoulders For the silver wind is cold against her back She touches down on velvet grass To watch the flourish come to pass Recovering from winter’s last attack And she may not remember Last October and November Every red and yellow ember of the fall Oh but April, she is clever She is lighter than a feather Never caring whether anyone remembers her at all Oh April, she is wistful Pulling daisies by the fistful She’s just looking for a chance to break the rules And June may be the mother Of the brides and all their lovers Oh but April is the queen of all the liars, thieves and fools Where finches fly and rabbits run You’ll find her flirting with the sun Then getting lost behind a veil of grey She’s the sly and rainy mistress Of the summer, bored and listless Here to wash her feet and slowly skip away April may surrender To her heart so young and tender But those misty eyes will never be enough For April may be pretty And her conversation witty Oh, but April, she is not the one I love No April, she is not the one I love
4.
Kaw-Liga 03:49
Kaw-liga was a wooden Cherokee Standing by the door He fell in love with a Choctaw maiden Over in the antique store Kaw-liga Just stood there and never let it show So she could never answer yes or no He always wore his Sunday feathers And held a tomahawk The maiden wore her beads and braids And hoped someday he'd talk Kaw-liga Just stood there and never showed a sign Because his heart was made of knotty pine Poor old Kaw-liga, he never got a kiss Poor old Kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed Is it any wonder that his face is red Kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head Kaw-liga was a lonesome Cherokee Never went nowhere His heart was set on the Choctaw maiden With the coal-black hair Kaw-liga Just stood there and never let it show So she could never answer yes or no And then one day a wealthy customer Bought the Choctaw maid He carried her off so far away But old Kaw-liga stayed Kaw-liga Just stood there as lonesome as could be And dreamed that he was still an old pine tree Poor old Kaw-liga, he never got a kiss Poor old Kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed Is it any wonder that his face is red Kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head Kaw-liga was a wooden Cherokee Standing by the door He fell in love with a Choctaw maiden Over in the antique store Kaw-liga Kaw-liga Kaw-liga
5.
I am mine, and you are yours Even though we were joined before the Lord But still I want you to leave your mark And hope that we will never be a day apart For the edges of our earthly hearts Were carved from separate stones But the pieces fit together nonetheless And I confess to you, my darling That I sometimes feel alone But I know that I have been forever blessed And as we wander through the maze May this torch burn ever brighter by the day Here in the swallow of the dark I am the flint, He is the steel, and you’re the spark For the edges of our earthly hearts Were carved from separate stones But the pieces fit together nonetheless And I confess to you, my darling That I sometimes feel alone But I know that I have been forever blessed And as the thread winds tighter on His finger I can hear the morning bells a-ringing out We are threads that He has bound together Bound by blood, bound by joy, bound by doubt For the edges of our earthly hearts Were carved from separate stones But the pieces fit together nonetheless And I confess to you, my darling That I sometimes feel alone But I know that I have been forever blessed Oh my love is a violent work of art Oh your love is a violent work of art Oh His love is a violent work of art Oh yes, love is a violent work of art Oh my love is a violent work of art Oh your love is a violent work of art Oh His love is a violent work of art Oh yes, love is a violent work of art

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released April 28, 2016

Engineered and mixed by Evan Redwine
Mastered by Stephen Gause

Jackson Harper - Vocals, acoustic guitar
Andrew Osenga - Acoustic and electric guitar, background vocals
Winn Elliott - Piano, organ
Kevin Whitsett - Bass
Paul Eckberg - Drums, percussion
Kevin Post - Steel, dobro, slide guitar
Jeneé Fleenor - Fiddle, Mandolin
Stacy Lantz - Background vocals

Executive Producers: Jackson Harper and Winn Elliott

All music and lyrics by Jackson Harper, except "Kaw-Liga" music and lyrics by Hank Williams and Fred Rose

Cover artwork by Jackson Harper

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Jackson Harper Kansas City, Missouri

Jackson Harper is an Alabama-raised, Tennessee-seasoned singer-songwriter currently living in the midwest.

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