Digging through the boxes in the hall
Giving up the Autumn for the Fall
Going through our things finding rungs and rings
Lay me down in softened soil
Turning over letters in your hand
Remembering the well-intentioned plans
Life had bubbled up till it spilled our cup
Lay me down in softened soil
Mug inside the cupboard I won’t use
I hate it, but every night I watch the news
Like books worn soft, old tattered cloth
Lay me down in softened soil
You were brave as you had ever been
The bad news then causing you to grin
When came the day you knew what to say:
‘Lay me down in softened soil,
Lay me down in softened soil’
This is a wonderful album. It is personal, senitive, and caring. I love to here Sturgill sing, and wish had found him earlier. I thsnk wnku for playing local artists. I lived in Jackson Ky. And know how sad the drugs have made so many hometowns. Keep singing you are great. carolfaulkner
Margo Price's latest album tackles loss, failure, and freedom over lush pop, psychedelic country, and rock arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 13, 2023
Heard this on WNCW today and listened on repeat all day. Had to buy the vinyl and show my support. This is gonna be my summer 2020 album and I’m perfectly fine with that. Great work and look forward to the streams later this month. Find the podcast from Southern Songs & Stories about the band and album. mrsoulmarkj