C​.​A​.​F.

by Exebelle & The Rusted Cavalcade

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released 19 July 2009
Exebelle is...

Philip Heesen III: Lead and harmony vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, harmonica, mandolin, drums.

Kerry Hutcherson: Lead and harmony vocals, acoustic guitar, harmonica, mandolin, banjo, pedal steel guitar.

Ryan Owenby: Lead and harmony vocals, bass.

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Paul Howard: Trumpet

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tags: alt-country americana bluegrass classic country country folk Richmond

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Track Name: I Won't Love You To Death (But I'll Love You To The Door)
I've been seeing you sneakin' and seeing you cheatin'
All across this city
I can't tell you what it's doing to us
But I'm sure it aint pretty.

I come home from work and you're not there
Where'd you go my dear?
So I check the bar and there you are
With you words in another man's ear

Then you want to be tied 'til death do us part
But I can't be quite sure
I won't love you to death but I'll love you to the door.

I've grown tired of all the games you're playin'.
I should run you out of this city.
Giving out your love and havin' your fun
But it's making a fool of me.

You'd better listen up to what I'm sayin',
Listen close my dear.
One day I may not be so nice
And you'll wish you weren't here.

Then you want to be tied 'til death do us part
But I can't be quite sure
I won't love you to death but I'll love you to the door.

Then you want to be tied 'til death do us part
But I can't be quite sure
I won't love you to death but I'll love you to the door.

I won't love you to death but I'll love you to the door.
Track Name: Lowlands
It's time to be quiet now, don't let them hear a sound
You know I got nothin' and I never had nothin' anyhow

Though I'd like to think I've always had big plans
More than Main Street, county fairs, and living off my father's land

In the lowlands I'll reach out my hands
I'll sing you songs in the mornin', we'll move on

Though I've never seen any of these roads before
I'll lead us down, low to the ground
We'll follow rivers to their shores

I know you're not one to fall at the feet of any man
You can go your own way
But like a fan to the flames
I just need you to begin

In the lowlands I'll reach out my hands
I'll sing you songs in the mornin', we'll move on

Dreamin' of the lands when I wake
Up from the ground a home to make
A place to lay your weary head down

In the lowlands I'll reach out my hands
I'll sing you songs in the mornin', we'll move on