A Duffel, a Grip, and My D35
Homeward Bound: Tales of Fellowship and Troubled Blood
Lyrics
I want to lay my body down
I desire to rest my body.
Deep in the everlasting sound
Deep within the eternal sound.
But I'm headed back to Knoxville town
Despite the desire, I am returning to Knoxville town.
Where that homemade wine makes my belly growl
Reference to homemade wine causing hunger.
A duffel, a grip, and my D35
A duffel bag, belongings (grip), and a D35 guitar.
Leaning in a point of pride
Possibly a guitar playing posture or a metaphor for pride.
Mandy keeps house up Shelby Cove
Mandy manages a house in Shelby Cove.
She'll make me a pallet on her kitchen floor
Mandy will provide a makeshift bed on her kitchen floor.
From this tower
Reflection on a tower witnessing decay.
I've seen it crumble
The tower itself crumbling.
And the stories we tell
Stories told amid perpetual trouble.
Eternal trouble
Struggles persisting through generations.
In the blood, in the blood, in the blood
Challenges embedded in the nature of the community.
Of our kind
Highlighting the enduring nature of these challenges.
The burden of our history
Weighed down by the collective past.
This ain't no damn Democracy
Rejecting the idea of a democratic system.
On the scent of the erstwhile beast of all sin
Pursuing the remnants of past sins.
You can't blame a man for keeping warm in the halls of fellowship
Defending seeking warmth in fellowship despite faults.
From this tower
Reiteration of witnessing decline from a tower.
I've seen it crumble
Continued deterioration and decay.
And the stories we tell
Repeated acknowledgment of stories amidst trouble.
Eternal trouble
Highlighting the perpetual nature of struggles.
In the blood, in the blood, in the blood
Emphasizing the deeply rooted challenges in their community.
Of our kind
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