
Brother Against Brother
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- appalachian folk
- appalachian music
- old-time
- blues
- washboard
- 1890s
- mariachi
Lyrics
Verse 1
Down in the holler where the cold creek bends,
Two family names were carved into the wind,
Granddaddies carried grudges like a loaded gun,
Every sunrise promised trouble before the day was done,
And nobody remembered how the fighting had begun.
Pre-Chorus
Whispers rode the mountain air,
Old scars were everywhere,
Nobody laid their burden down.
Chorus
Blood in the dirt where the wildflowers grow,
Buried in the holler where the cold winds blow,
Brother against brother till the river ran dry,
Trading generations for a reason lost in time,
Now the graves outnumber those still standing tall,
In the end the feud took everything from all.
Post-Chorus
The mountains watched in silence,
The echoes never lied,
Too many dreams had died.
Verse 2
A fence line sparked another bitter fight,
Shotguns thundered through the Appalachian night,
Mothers cried prayers beneath a candle's glow,
While sons marched toward enemies they'd never truly know,
And sorrow planted roots that only grew.
Chorus
Blood in the dirt where the wildflowers grow,
Buried in the holler where the cold winds blow,
Brother against brother till the river ran dry,
Trading generations for a reason lost in time,
Now the graves outnumber those still standing tall,
In the end the feud took everything from all.
Post-Chorus
The mountains watched in silence,
The echoes never lied,
Too many dreams had died.
Verse 3
The courthouse papers couldn't heal the pain,
The anger kept returning like a hard cold rain,
Young hearts inherited a war they never chose,
Carrying the weight of every wound their fathers owed,
While the valley filled with names on stone.
Pre-Chorus
Whispers rode the mountain air,
Old scars were everywhere,
Nobody laid their burden down.
Chorus
Blood in the dirt where the wildflowers grow,
Buried in the holler where the cold winds blow,
Brother against brother till the river ran dry,
Trading generations for a reason lost in time,
Now the graves outnumber those still standing tall,
In the end the feud took everything from all.
Post-Chorus
The mountains watched in silence,
The echoes never lied,
Too many dreams had died.
Bridge
The moon shined pale on the ridge that night,
A widow stood alone beneath its light,
She held a faded picture in her hand,
Of two young boys once playing on the land,
Before the hatred poisoned every stream,
Before revenge became the family's creed,
Before the feud destroyed the mountain dream.
Verse 4
Now the holler sleeps beneath the pines,
The old blood rivalry faded with time,
Broken homes and weathered graves remain,
A monument to pride and needless pain,
And loss became the only side that gained.
Pre-Chorus
Whispers ride the mountain air,
Old scars are still out there,
But no one wants the feud again.
Chorus
Blood in the dirt where the wildflowers grow,
Buried in the holler where the cold winds blow,
Brother against brother till the river ran dry,
Trading generations for a reason lost in time,
Now the graves outnumber those still standing tall,
In the end the feud took everything from all.
Post-Chorus
The mountains watched in silence,
The echoes never lied,
Too many dreams had died.
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