Written by Angela Faye Martin
LYRICS
He died in a car crash on a dirt mountain road
Moonshine on his belly
Spilled on his clothes
Into summer’s white sun afternoon
Along the gravel
The mourning doves croon
The mother’s son was named Tarleton
His blood now runs cold
Story been told
We see the worst things under the sun
Under the summer of lightning
Take him from this city and all that surrounds
He won’t need our pity
Not where he’s bound
We see the worst things under the sun
Under the summer of lightning
So just leave this place fine as you found it
Carry his love over the mountain
CREDITS
Angela Faye Martin: Voice, acoustic guitar
Mark Linkous: Drums, six-string bass, keyboards
PRODUCTION
Produced and engineered by Mark Linkous at Static King
Mastered by Ryan Laurie at REL Recording