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The Steel Woods - Rock That Says My Name [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Steel Woods
The Steel Woods
Performer
Jake Clayton
Jake Clayton
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Cope
Jason Cope
Songwriter
Wes Bayliss
Wes Bayliss
Songwriter
Aaron Raitiere
Aaron Raitiere
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Cope
Jason Cope
Producer
Wes Bayliss
Wes Bayliss
Producer

Lyrics

I talk to the people that lie beneath these stones
Imagining they listen makes me feel less alone
I pick up the broken flowers, sometimes I dig a hole
To welcome in the new ones, introduce them to the old
Well, I can use a chisel and a polisher the same
I'll put anything you'd like to say under a name
And I'll put on my suit, make sure my tie is straight
Lend a hand to the mourning, sending loved ones on their way
Well, I ain't afraid of dying 'cause I know where I'll go
And there I'll live forever on the streets made of gold
Till then I'll keep on workin', you won't hear me complain
And everyday I'll tip my hat to the rock that says my name
Well, I hurried on out of high school in 1968
My wife and I picked out a spot right up by the gate
Well, it ain't much but every morning the sun shines on that ground
One of these days, when I clock out, that's where I'm laying down
Well I ain't afraid of dying 'cause I know where I'll go
And there I'll live forever on the streets made of gold
Till then I'll keep on workin', you won't hear me complain
And everyday I'll tip my hat to the rock that says my name
Oh, born in Alabama
June 1-9-5-0
Throw the dirt on top of me
Sow the seed and let it grow
Well I ain't afraid of dying 'cause I know where I'll go
And there I'll live forever on the streets made of gold
Till then I'll keep on workin', you won't hear me complain
And everyday I'll tip my hat to the rock that says my name
Someday, when I'm under it, I hope you'll do the same
Stop by sometime and tip your hat to the rock that says my name
Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth
Where moth and rust doth corrupt
And where thieves break through and steal
But lay up for yourselves treasures in Heaven
Where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt
And where thieves do not break through nor steal
For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also
Written by: Aaron Raitiere, Jason Cope, Wes Bayliss
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