Lyrics

Long Long Line
Jonas Friddle - Guitar, Vocals
Anna Jacobson - Fiddle, Vocals
Jason Toth - Drums
Andrew Wilkins - Bass
Steve Doyle - Dobro
Carl Kennedy - Piano

the ship lay in the water with a stomach full steam call it liberty, say it's leaving, call it the SS Thomas page
rocking on her deck , a fresh merchant Marine call me a sailor, say its service, call me 18 years of age
where water tried it’s tide against the claim of the eastern sky
with my finger on the horizon I drew a long long line
and if we shake the torpedoes and make Marseille in time
I'll be ordering up oysters and muscatel wine

I draw a long ling line
from where I've been to where you'll find me
Don't look behind me at the wake of my bow I keep the end in my eye, I draw long long line

grandpa was a contract logger in eastern Caroline cut his way through the depression, cut his way through the lodgepole pine
I helped daddy on the farm with the free will Baptist plow nothing but the journey now, said Jesus Christ, don't ever look behind
but the bombs on Pearl Harbor shook the Carolina pines
sent them rolling in the water, sent them out along the tide

I draw a long long line
from where I've been to where you'll find me
don't look behind me at the row of my plow I keep the end in my eye, I draw long long line

if somehow I can see me through the Straits of Gibraltar through the narrows of the darkness where the stars grieve the day
hear sounds of children playing past the sirens of the air raids see hills of Virginia, where I’ll live out my days
and above me all the time
I draw a long long line
from where I've been to where you'll find me
don’t look behind me at the wake of my bow I keep the end in my eye, I draw long long line