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Pit Mine Blues
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I live in a community that has several large pit mines. We also have the blues here. This song is about that.
bruce mckinney
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Sift one cup folk, one cup R&B, one cup blues, one tablespoon jazz. Mix in spirit of Johnny Cash, Leonard Cohen, and Greg Brown. Add to taste: dry humor, faith against odds, bloody heartbreak. Bake 5o-some years in hard knocks oven. Add spark of Goddess. Serve with acoustic guitar and baritone vocals.
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic General
Charts
Peak #26
Peak in subgenre #6
Author
Bruce McKinney
Rights
Bruce McKinney, Copyright 2011
Uploaded
June 06, 2011
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MP3 4.5 MB • 128 kbps • 4:53
Story behind the song
I wrote the title and a few lines of this song six or seven years ago, and then consigned it to the stacks. It wasn't ripe yet. Now it is.
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Pit Mine Blues There’s Silver in Silver City if you can find a dime There’s Gold in Pinos Altos, Corona with lime Dos Griegos too rich, Chihuahua Hill too poor Millie’s still in business, but she ain’t in play no more Everybody’s crazy, paranoia on a short fuse Thousands of massage therapists treating pit mine blues Too close to Texas, too close to Mexico Too close to Arizona; far enough away from Santa Fe though We only gotta toy airport, and it’s a long way to a mall We don’t even have a shoe store; never mind, Wal-Mart’s got it all We got two daily papers, but that’s not where you get the news Five coffee shops and the Buffalo Bar, talking pit mine blues How’d Apaches get here? Where’d the Mimbres go? How’d you come to be here? Me neither, I don’t know We got the Buddhist Sufis, we got the Unitarian Hindus Mormons saving Catholics from the pit mine blues - pit mine blues The Indians are gone, the cowboys all are broke Raising cattle in the desert, is what wolves call a joke Santa Rita sits on air above a big, deep hole The kneeling nun is praying to save her copper soul We all go to counselors, but we still come back confused Something in the water gives us pit mine blues The rednecks take drugs, and the hippies have guns You can always get elected cause nobody else cares to run Floods and fires and droughts, it’s hard to persevere You’re garden’s just a salad bar for rats disguised as deer The damn sunsets are gorgeous, same old spectacular views In spite of myself I can’t escape from these pit mine blues - pit mine blues Words and Music: Bruce McKinney, Copyright 2011
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