[00:00.24]Cold Hands of the Wind (Appalachian Folk Country) - GHOST OF THE SOUTH
[00:09.24]The hills rise jagged, black as a crow
[00:13.73]And the skies, they won't let go
[00:16.79]Won't let go
[00:18.72]Barb fences hum like they got a tune
[00:23.23]To secrets buried under a hunter's moon
[00:28.71]Cold hands of the wind, they're pulling me near
[00:34.02]Whispering truths that I don't want to hear
[00:37.95]Cold hands of the wind, they'll rattle your door
[00:43.08]Don't come for the meat
[00:47.82]They come for the core
[00:58.59]River bends sharp where the willows lean
[01:03.05]Past tracks that split and a world between
[01:07.64]There's a whistle that echoes, low and long
[01:12.15]It's been crying the same old forgotten song
[01:17.05]And the ground don't give
[01:21.36]No, the ground don't give
[01:25.91]But it remembers what you did
[01:34.27]Cold hands of the wind, they're pulling me near
[01:39.56]Whispering truths that I don't want to hear
[01:43.42]Cold hands of the wind, they'll rattle your door
[01:48.50]Don't come for the meat
[01:53.20]They come for the core
[01:59.33]Who stands tall when the line is drawn?
[02:03.97]Who holds their breath when the air is gone?
[02:08.39]The wind don't pick sides, it'll strip you bare
[02:13.09]Blow through the bones of a world unfair