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August - Noeline Hofmann
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VERSE 1
Pullin’ bulls, haulin’ bails, grains about done ripenin’
Summer wanes so lifts the veil on the hauntin’ Augusts brought me
Foreboding feeling in my bones insists there’s weather comin’
Though the meadowlarks are callin’, cows ain’t ballin’, no thunderhead
CHORUS
Goodbye banjo moon, hiya buckskin
Harvests starting, there’s fires in Montan-again
Haze hangs heavy like a heartache
Stinging in my eyes
Prairie gold, hayfever, I’m grieving
August
VERSE 2
Bracin’ in the stillness makes a gust out of a breath of wind
Stirring up old settled dust summoning ghosts of loss and false promise
Farming accidents, red bird matches the eight month killed my innoncence
Learned sorrow’s love with no home and you don’t always reap what you sow
CHORUS
Goodbye banjo moon, hiya buckskin
Harvests starting, there’s fires in Montan-again
Haze hangs heavy like a heartache
Stinging in my eyes
Prairie gold, hayfever, I’m grieving
August
BRIDGE
Rivers low, rivers slow - but she won’t stop for nothin’
In that fact I have found hope, just as I’ve found tough lovin’
CHORUS
Goodbye banjo moon, hiya buckskin
Harvests starting, there’s fires in Montan-again
Haze hangs heavy like a heartache
Stinging in my eyes
Prairie gold, hayfever, I’m grieving
August
#altcountry #countrymusic #songwriter #westernaf
Pullin’ bulls, haulin’ bails, grains about done ripenin’
Summer wanes so lifts the veil on the hauntin’ Augusts brought me
Foreboding feeling in my bones insists there’s weather comin’
Though the meadowlarks are callin’, cows ain’t ballin’, no thunderhead
CHORUS
Goodbye banjo moon, hiya buckskin
Harvests starting, there’s fires in Montan-again
Haze hangs heavy like a heartache
Stinging in my eyes
Prairie gold, hayfever, I’m grieving
August
VERSE 2
Bracin’ in the stillness makes a gust out of a breath of wind
Stirring up old settled dust summoning ghosts of loss and false promise
Farming accidents, red bird matches the eight month killed my innoncence
Learned sorrow’s love with no home and you don’t always reap what you sow
CHORUS
Goodbye banjo moon, hiya buckskin
Harvests starting, there’s fires in Montan-again
Haze hangs heavy like a heartache
Stinging in my eyes
Prairie gold, hayfever, I’m grieving
August
BRIDGE
Rivers low, rivers slow - but she won’t stop for nothin’
In that fact I have found hope, just as I’ve found tough lovin’
CHORUS
Goodbye banjo moon, hiya buckskin
Harvests starting, there’s fires in Montan-again
Haze hangs heavy like a heartache
Stinging in my eyes
Prairie gold, hayfever, I’m grieving
August
#altcountry #countrymusic #songwriter #westernaf
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