MAN 1: 1, 2, check, check, hey.

[music playing] NARRATOR: On this episode of The Local Group Presents, Caledonia, playing roots, country, and Bluegrass.

MAN 2: How is it level wise?

NARRATOR: The following program was produced in the Dr. Keiko Miwa Ross WPSU Production Studio in University Park, Pennsylvania.

ANNOUNCER: Support for The Local Groove Presents comes from The Rockwell Foundation, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, supporting the arts, science, technology, and education and a proud supporter of local programs on WPSU.

MAN 3: 1, 2, 3.

[caledonia, "julian"] (SINGING) Hey, believe me This is bad as it sounds And funny how news gets around And there's always something to hide Watch it burn down in front of your eyes I see the sun go down pass Lewistown And it'll blind you in both of your eyes I got to see my hand in Julian Before the winners takes over our lives And I shall hate you For wasting my time 'Cause there's so little left of what's mine And has nothing for the piling missed calls Still an option holds in these walls I see the sun go down pass Lewistown And it'll bling you in both of your eyes I got to see my hand in Julian Before the winner takes over our lives Hand the old man to the last of my cash For below the rock piling ash I hit the gravel when I pop my first lid I hope it burns just as slow as we did I see the sun go down pass Lewistown And it'll blind you in both of your eyes I got to see my hand in Julian Before winter takes over our lives I see the sun go down pass Lewistown And it'll blind you in both of your eyes I got to see my hand and Julian Before the winner takes over our lives Before the winner takes over our lives [caledonia, "handmade roads"] (SINGING) Homes in tow on handmade roads Chances for my can bestow Mind the coal like seeds they sowed For harvest yet to be The Irish name from where I came Pass stronger on to mine the same Death before defeat or shame I gave my life for thee A soldier's song to once belong A long way home no song stayed gone Raise to him and sing a long Those heroes by and by The sea of light I heard inside I don't know just how long I'll hide He left this mortal world behind To join the angels high And I know this time, this heart of mine Forsaken as I lie I suppose tonight is good as any younger night to die Along and cast no time since past A weakened window broken mast No northern gales shall turn me back She's burning down at sea Goodbyes be bade on these We prayed hard for this flag Our debts we paid Cut me like a borrowed blade Our ledger now to be And I know this time, this heart of mine Forsaken as I lie I suppose tonight is good as any other night to die I suppose tonight is good as any other night to die [CALEDONIA, "THE HOOKS ON WHICH I HANG"] (SINGING) When did you come creeping through With where do I belong And why did I provide that light To cast your shadow on The shell I'm in now cracked And then the once was cast in steel To see you the tombs that have those wings That never really heal The bell I proudly rang The song I slowly sang The tide until I drown I'm blind The hooks on which I hang I close my eyes and watch you die And sow the ground I gained To see you the cracks I'm taking back The moments that you claimed The bell I proudly rang The song I proudly sang The tide until I drown I'm blind The hooks on which I hang The bell I proudly rang The song I proudly sang The tide until I drown I'm blind The hooks upon which I hang [CALEDONIA, "PENNSYLVANIA GRASS"] (SINGING) Nothing torn between if I should go Or rather should I stay There's not a bad choice or wrong answer When you know you'll always come home anyway And you'll never know its glory Till your story as you leave it all behind I know that special kind of lonely Growing slowly, wind gently on your mind Well, there's beauty in Virginia But the roads won't ever last And I can see those spirits Tearing every battlefield I pass Carolina calls me just like Texas often has But I'll take Pennsylvania over California grass Given just one choice a place in time I'll tell you where I go Down a road called Caledonia On a blinding bed or freshly fallen snow Or a crying midnight stroll Got it only by a full moon, shining moon When the rain brings on the summer And the summer let's have now no bloom And there's beauty in Virginia But the roads won't ever last And I can see those spirits Staring every battlefield I passed Carolina calls me just like Texas often has But I'll take Pennsylvania over California grass And there's beauty in Virginia But the roads won't ever last And I can see those spirits staring every battlefield I passed Carolina calls me just like Texas often has But I'll take Pennsylvania over California grass Yeah, I'll take Pennsylvania over California grass WILLIAM RYAN: Sounds good.

You guys good?

MAN 4: Yeah, yeah.

[CALEDONIA, "TATTERED COTTON DRESS"] (SINGING) She moved from Selinsgrove to Boulder, Colorado Didn't work out like she planned He left her crying on the altar After asking her mother and father for her hand Now those mountains just reminder her Of the drama says her Jensens Left to dry like roses growing on the wall She's counting down the days Till she's back in Pennsylvania Wondering how much farther is there left to fall She found grace in all the places All those local roads all going all too far Seen old friends older faces Boarded up with harder stories never told And there's a shower every weekends There's the way but just the deep end With that perfect day still weighing on mine So far in Colorado But a different kind of mountain Just as tall and twice as hard for her to climb But her dreams are never forgotten Well, she's made it nonetheless Still concealing all those feelings Only whiskey can confess And though she thanks the Lord it's fine But her closet is a mess So she's spinning to a fiddle With her tattered cotton dress Her dreams are never forgotten But she's made it nonetheless Still consuming all those feelings Only whiskey can confess And though she thanks the Lord it's fine But her closet is a mess So she's spinning to a fiddle With her tattered cotton dress She moved Selinsgrove to Boulder, Colorado Didn't work out like she planned [caledonia, "four mile road"] (SINGING) One by one, stars are seen Like headlights fading through the fallen trees There's no returning if you never leave The valley waits to break you back down to your knees But you can't stay long if anything's true Too few minutes, too much to do A, B, C, easy, there's some lost keys Billy, don't lose your mind The sacred ground I can't miss more Sandstone soul on the Susquehanna shore I'm trying to find the time somehow I need the mountain breeze And I need it right now But it won't be long Results still lost Can hide on the porch while the coyotes go And they're a little heaven And sure they look a little something like this The glory is there's nothing here to do And the only good thing missing now is you Well, a dust cloud breath of the gravel road feels like home And the full mile feels like a thousand When you're driving here alone So I got the money if you got an hour Simon be selling his native flower May these be the last words out of my mouth West on 80 o'er to 99 South Over Clearfield county line Young mountain roll in the dying pine Highest point east of the Mississippi right on time And the glory is there's nothing here to do And the only good thing missing now is you Well, a dust cloud breath of the gravel road feels like home And the full mile feels like a thousand When you're driving here alone And the full mile feels like a thousand When driving here alone 1, 2, 3, 4.

[caledonia, "pink buffalo tea"] Pour me, pour me A whiskey in pink Buffalo tea Well, I can't feel happy And I don't know why I got away There's no good day, good bye Little then warn but the think to blues And I'm torn over which of these bottles do you choose Pour me, pour me Why such grief cast unto thee Pour me, pour me A whiskey in pink Buffalo tea A criminal boredom, yeah no fun Credit card failures just begun Unfolding these trees and seas or drown Aboard the ship were playing it down Pour me, pour me Why such grief cast unto thee Pour me, pour me A whiskey in pink Buffalo tea Where I'm sitting in the living room lost in space I'm floating in the cosmos melting my face I penned a gander to the front porch screen God Almighty, what a terrible scene 'Cause Adam's in the yard with a bright blue wig He's hacking a sack, wearing nothing but a fig And Danny swattin' bats with his fiddle in hand And Evan caught an Uber 'cause he's quitting the band Pour me, pour me Why such grief cast on to thee Pour me, pour me A whiskey in pink Buffalo tea Pour me, pour me Why such grief cast on to thee Pour me, pour me A whiskey in pink Buffalo tea A whiskey in pink Buffalo tea ANNOUNCER: Support for The Local Groove Presents comes from The Rockwell Foundation, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, supporting the arts, science, technology, and education and a proud supporter of local programs on WPSU.