Eulalie Echo from Dug In by Ben Balmer

Stones all placed within a row, salt is poured to stop a flow,
She must give up what she loved best, the time Is short, no time to rest,
Is brow is furrowed, his breath is shallow, he's losing something his cheeks are sallow,
Such unfair hardships, to the child it came, he'll never know his own mother's to blame.

Eulalie Echo, you took the simple side of him,
Eulalie Echo, you made a haunted man of him.
Brush the keys won't you free his soul, there goes the ghost of jellyroll, jellyroll.
Brush the keys you free his soul, there goes the ghost of Jellyroll, Jellyroll.

That mojo hand is all he's got, next to the bottle and the bag of pot,
When he plays his palm's do sweat, that icy air is breathing down his neck,
He keeps a cat bone, a dashboard Jesus, a bag of salt and the cards of preachers, every night he kisses them all without fail every day he runs from rail to rail.

Eulalie Echo, you took the simple side of him,
Eulalie Echo, you made a haunted man of him.
Brush the keys won't you free his soul, there goes the ghost of jellyroll, jellyroll.
Brush the keys you free his soul, there goes the ghost of Jellyroll, Jellyroll.

• Acoustic
• Americana
• Ann Arbor
• Austin Texas
• Folk
• Harmonica
• Rock
• Singer-songwriter
• blues
• harmonica
• steel guitar
• upright bass
• Asheville