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​The Ballad Of The Crimson Kings

This song is by Ray Wylie Hubbard and appears on the album Dangerous Spirits (1997).

There's this band, called the Crimson Kings,
Come from a-Carolina, Tennessee.
Make a stand, across wild strings,
Old dreadnoughts and drop-down D's.
Our roots run deep, through the tough,
As true to life in some ways as mandolin.
We don't flinch, oh, we don't bluff,
For our hearts have been kissed by every wind.

There are some who can arise above my fate,
Others just can't seem to pray,
Then there are those that are condemned by the gods to write,
They a-sparkle and a-fade away.


Now, we'll run, we're the reckless kind,
But we have not turned our backs on the saviour choir,
See each life, all center twined,
'Cause we've come together for the wheels on fire.
Now some don't know, that they are blessed,
Perhaps this is what gives us our means,
Well I might be wrong, oh, never the less,
Sweet mother of pearl say a prayer for a Crimson King.

There are some who can arise above my fate,
Others just can't seem to pray,
Then there are those that are condemned by the gods to write,
They a-sparkle and a-fade away.
Sparkle and a-fade away
Sparkle and fade away.