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Artist: American Murder Song
Canonical path: /american-murder-song/july
Related lyric paths: 6
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July
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Curated by Ethan Walker
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July
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Summer came down with Ohio Fever
Ohio Fever
Summer came down
Farm took to fits
But I couldn't leave her
I couldn't leave her
Summer came down
Black in the cotton and rot in the lamb
Ash in the windows
Ash on the land
Summer got spooked
Went yellow and ran
We ain't going nowhere
We ain't going, going nowhere
They filled her head with Ohio Fever
Ohio Fever
They filled her head
Wife rattled nonsense
The children believed her
Children believed her
They filled her head
Beggared, the neighbors, like injuns, they fled
Emptied the streets
Emptied their beds
Emptied the pews
And left Hampshire for dead
We ain't going nowhere
We ain't going, going nowhere
Wagons, wagons
Wheels, wheels
West, West, West, West
Wagons, wagons
Wheels, wheels
West, West, West, West
Wagons, wagons
Wheels, wheels
West, West, West, West
Wagons, wagons
Wheels, wheels
West, West, West, West
Wife lashed her tongue with Ohio Fever
Ohio Fever
Wife lashed her tongue
Rags in her mouth
But I couldn't save her
I couldn't save her
Wife lashed her tongue
Upstairs, the children awoke with a shrill
Cries borne of devils
Cries of the ill
Cries under pillows
Smothered, then still
You ain't going nowhere
You ain't going, going nowhere
I shot a gun full of Ohio Fever
Ohio Fever
I shot a gun
I prayed a moment
But I didn't grieve her
I didn't grieve her
I shot a gun
Outside the tree coughed up blood
'Stead of leaves
Coughs from the floorboards
Coughs from the eaves
I climbed the coughing tree
Noose at my sleeves
I ain't going nowhere
I ain't going, going nowhere
Wagons, wagons
Wheels, wheels
West, West, West, West
Wagons, wagons
Wheels, wheels
West, West, West, West
Wagons, wagons
Wheels, wheels
West, West, West, West
Wagons, wagons
Wheels, wheels
West, West, West, West
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