Honeysuckle Blue - Jason Isbell and The 400 Unit, Sadler Vaden

Feel the southern breezes and the southern wind

Blowing down around the corner bend

D’Agostino’s late last night

I saw a boy, fifteen, the road

With nothing in his pockets, his hands to the sky

And nowhere else to go

Can you see it or believe it?

he’s never been

So come with me I’ll show you

Where the dogwoods bloom, it’s true

Lost and found and lost again

To the Honeysuckle Blue

Runnin' through these caverns of gold

Runs a river of death indeed

An old hotel serves as a shelter

For children of the street

Abandoned by the promised land

Set sail on their own

How much longer will the well

Be dry for those who roam?

I got a ticket in my pocket

To send the corner man he’s never been

Have you ever seen the Blue Ridge Mountains, boy?

Or the Chattahoochee or the Honeysuckle Blue?

Lost and found and lost again

To the Honeysuckle Blue