In May of 1993 we rented a car in NYC so we could drive out to see Greg B. in South Point, Ohio. On the way there, Ian started to write this song. We pulled over at a Kmart somewhere in West Virginia to buy a little battery-operated tape recorder. A few days later, as we drove through Virginia/North Carolina on our way to Miami, a woman's voice invaded the area's only radio station. We recorded a sample to send to Greg later. This version of this song was recorded back in Seattle, during the summer of 93.
lyrics
My heart fell asleep
In Poplar Gap, Virginia
The story that you keep
Is ringing through my head
Three crosses on a hill
Come up yellow and green
Planted deep and still
Throughout Flatwood County
And these hills breathe out smoke
As my body breathes in earth
And my hands are numb and cold
And I'll never rise again
Tobacco fields glowing at dusk
Visit me in the night
Lay across this mossy bed
And kiss these woods goodnight
The story you hold is long
But the life I've had was short
Layed down for no wrong
Than to kiss a man goodnight
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