Lyrics to Hominy Valley
Two Cherokee scouts were tracking General Rutherford's
March through the Swannanoa Hills
The Yanks got wise and poisoned Caney Creek
And one of them braves got killed
He was buried sitting beneath an oak tree
Sitting up so he could keep his watch over Hominy Valley
I think he's watching me
And all I've got to go on
Is three lines in a book that nobody reads
And the gash in the crook of the tree that never heals
Sure enough, there's a rise 'bout three feet high
And I can follow the line of his eyes out across thе field
Across Hominy Valley
I think he's watching mе still
The neighborhood fought it when some money from Charlotte
Bought up that riverbend
But the church owned the land and they needed the cash
And their lawyers got an easy win
So look who's moving in now
Who am I to run my mouth about Hominy Valley?
I think he's watching me now
And all I've got to go on
Is three lines in a book that nobody reads
And the gash in the crook of the tree that never heals
Sure enough, there's a rise 'bout three feet high
And I can follow the line of his eyes out across the field
Across Hominy Valley
I think he's watching me still
The gate by the road stays locked, but you can still walk
Up to get to where he sleeps
A tree crew is making their way through the hood
They're doing hard work and doing it cheap
One of those guys speaks English alright
And I asked him if they had their sights on that oak on the hill
Over Hominy Valley
All I've got to go on
Is three lines in a book that nobody reads
And the gash in the crook of the tree that never heals
Sure enough, there's a rise 'bout three feet high
And I can follow the line of his eyes out across the field
Across Hominy Valley
I think he's watching me still
I think he's watching me still
I think he's watching me still
March through the Swannanoa Hills
The Yanks got wise and poisoned Caney Creek
And one of them braves got killed
He was buried sitting beneath an oak tree
Sitting up so he could keep his watch over Hominy Valley
I think he's watching me
And all I've got to go on
Is three lines in a book that nobody reads
And the gash in the crook of the tree that never heals
Sure enough, there's a rise 'bout three feet high
And I can follow the line of his eyes out across thе field
Across Hominy Valley
I think he's watching mе still
The neighborhood fought it when some money from Charlotte
Bought up that riverbend
But the church owned the land and they needed the cash
And their lawyers got an easy win
So look who's moving in now
Who am I to run my mouth about Hominy Valley?
I think he's watching me now
And all I've got to go on
Is three lines in a book that nobody reads
And the gash in the crook of the tree that never heals
Sure enough, there's a rise 'bout three feet high
And I can follow the line of his eyes out across the field
Across Hominy Valley
I think he's watching me still
The gate by the road stays locked, but you can still walk
Up to get to where he sleeps
A tree crew is making their way through the hood
They're doing hard work and doing it cheap
One of those guys speaks English alright
And I asked him if they had their sights on that oak on the hill
Over Hominy Valley
All I've got to go on
Is three lines in a book that nobody reads
And the gash in the crook of the tree that never heals
Sure enough, there's a rise 'bout three feet high
And I can follow the line of his eyes out across the field
Across Hominy Valley
I think he's watching me still
I think he's watching me still
I think he's watching me still
