The Jingling Hole (single)

Jingling Hole

There’s a place hidden in the Blueridge where the shadows meet the trees
And a secret no one talks about but now the mountains keep
For folks there in those mountains there was no blue or gray
They just wanted to be left alone to live life their own way

As the wind blows at night through the hollows
If you close your eyes and listen with your soul
The mountains may give up the gruesome story
About the Jingling Hole

Outsiders drew them to a fight they didn’t care about
They fought a war within a war to keep those strangers out
Hidden in those mountains a secret cave was found
Where mountain justice could be served from a deep hole in the ground.

As the wind blows at night through the hollows
If you close your eyes and listen with your soul
The mountains may give up the gruesome story
About the Jingling Hole

An iron pipe securely fit across a small abyss
Where captured enemies were forced to hang by fingertips
With spurs attached to leather boots a dance would soon begin
And the cave would hide screams of death that came from deep within

As the wind blows at night through the hollows
If you close your eyes and listen with your soul
The mountains may give up the gruesome story
About the Jingling Hole

They just wanted to be left alone to live life their own way