Panthers on the Mountainside (slowed to perfection)

-------------------------- DISCLAIMER: ---------------------------------------------------- I DO NOT OWN THE MUSIC OR ART USED IN THIS VIDEO. If you like what you hear or see what they have made, please support the original artists (Links below) -------------------------- DESCRIPTION: ---------------------------------------------------- I've been working with some new software recently, which is where this beauty came from. The song is kickass too. A real heart warmer. Subscribe and hit the bell to be UP TO DATE with future Nightcore and Daycore remixes of some of my favourite songs!!! Leave your suggestions in the comments! -------------------------- SONG INFO: ---------------------------------------------------- Name: Panthers on the Mountainside Original Artist: Jon Charles Dwyer Link to Original Music and Podcast: oldgodsofappalachia.bandcamp.com/album/season-3-as… -------------------------- LYRICS: ---------------------------------------------------- We laid my mamaw to rest the ridge bowed it’s head and i tattooed her name on the top of my wrist 6 feet too low when her heart becomes cold we’ll sniff our her bones and see how bright she glows See i hear that time is a cold hammer’s blow and that days in this holler are caskets to close I watch the sun ink and pray it may rise and hold in the tales i keep buried in my mind of panthers on the mountainside the freedom that comes of knowing your bite I sharpen my teeth pray my nails become claws to finally dig out of this hole we’ve always called home. Paw says he’s been here too long blood wrapped in bones years in a hole hammering earth wrapped in stone rotten with his sin the days all cave in the USMC fades to gray on his skin Now back in his prime we said reckless and crude and here at the end we say stubborn as a mule he’ll watch the sun sink and pray its his last and hope that there was light in the tales that he passed of panthers on the mountainside the freedom that comes of knowing your bite I sharpen my teeth pray my nails become claws to finally dig out of this hole we’ve always called home. panthers on the mountainside the freedom that comes of knowing your bite I sharpen my teeth pray my nails become claws to finally dig out of this hole I‘ve always called home.

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