Old Virginia Block Songtext
von Devon Sproule

If my ears hear a sigh of a shiny red violin
Clear by the rising down in the Blue Ridge
By the dog bags and trash, by the bottles and cans
And the deadbeat brown grass and the pack dirt in the Blue Ridge
My home must be around another good old Virginia block
If my ears hear a note on the cello so low
Then a double stoppin′ bow from my headphones in the Blue Ridge
Out walking at noon appearing under the white of the daytime moon
Keeping my big blue balloon in my tight fist in the Blue Ridge
My home must be around another good old Virginia block
If my ears hear a sound of a slate rock on the ground
A click and the drops of the rain coming down
Down along the front walk in the Blue Ridge
The rim of dirt on the brim of a brow
The skin of sweat on the handle of a plow
Miles and miles of tobacco in the south
From a back road in the Blue Ridge
My home must be around another good old Virginia block
Well I've got family in Canada, family in New York I′ve got friends in every other place I've played
Mmm, but I can't keep from planting all my plans of family stuff
Down between the weeds in the red dirt clay
Where my ears hear a hundred bees riding that Upkirden breeze
A pail and a bucket by a pair of oak trees
Just another blonde king in the Blue Ridge
It′s all to make a pattern of love
To roost a lava field of white doves
With just a pitchfork and a pair of thick
Gloves for your whole life in the Blue Ridge
Pick pick pick pick up and go to bend
Back in the grunt chuck hold the gleam
Of your white underclothes in my backseat in the Blue Ridge
A pile of bacon by a couple fried eggs kiss
Marks and hearts on the picnic table legs
A quartet fretting on up in my head on
My long walk through the Blue Ridge
My home comes up around another good old Virginia block