Carry Your Heart

I'm from the Laurel Highlands
Where my mother gave me birth
My papa was a preacher
He worked the dry hard earth
He said there is a fountain
Flowing from Immanuel’s veins
Where sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilt and stain

Lose all their guilt and stain
Lose all their guilt and stain
Where sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilt and stain

The company store came to seek and destroy
Get a mortgage on your soul
But for every man who struck pure gold
There’s another who lost control
‘cause you can’t live without the money
But it makes us all go bad
You end up wishing and wanting
All the things you never had

Carry your heart, oh brother
Carry your heart, oh son
Carry them to the river and wash them in the flood

How you gonna feed your children
How you gonna pay the rent
How you gonna feed your children
When the money all got spent

Carry your heart, oh brother
Carry your heart, oh son
Carry it to the river and wash it in the flood

© Seth Thomas Crissman