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Confined to the North of New England
Where my cruelty and influence among the natives was needed
I found myself, sitting alone in my tent
Cursed by all the places I’d seen young men sent to their deaths

And I laid down my rifle
And I poured out my powder
For those Mississippi eyes
That hair black as earth
And a sweetness that commands my demons
Shed their hurt

These nations know nothing but war
And the blood that they’ve spilt o’re
Old threats, regrets, for a land
For power, understand that I know we brought on this greed
Breath in the coin so others may join in our lust, our deaths, or needs
But in this moment..

I lay down my rifle
And I pour out my powder
For those Mississippi eyes
That hair black as earth
And a sweetness that commands my demons
Shed their hurt

Yes, it’s true
This is a broken
Land that we assumed
Was better off
In the hands of those, the most fortunate; the few
Who were born to take
Until taking is all there’s left to do

I lay down my rifle
And I pour out my powder
For those Mississippi eyes
That hair black as earth
And a sweetness that commands my demons
For those Mississippi eyes
That hair black as earth
And a sweetness that commands my demons
Shed their hurt

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from Prairie du Chien, released October 5, 2013

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Paul Otteson Madison, Wisconsin

A Midwestern Folk style, blending lyrical prowess with seasoned arrangements; wrapped in a cloak of beautiful harmony.

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