| Song | Weather Vane |
| Artist | Common Market |
| Album | Tobacco Road |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| In this current climate of change it seems some things never will | |
| Age of my formation split between the grange and Pleasureville | |
| Skill and dedication, gained appreciation for the work | |
| He’s up early to serve stock feed and tend to burley | |
| Surely this man is a model, though my role is cast in other fields | |
| Typify provisioner, I empathize, a brother feels | |
| Meaning in the motion goin’ out to bring a promise home | |
| Son be there in spirit, father left to do the job alone | |
| Shown the ways of older generations, known little else | |
| Elements affect them all, weather wear the mental health | |
| Down inside the dale driving bales, on his own to think | |
| Arrived with the rye, just shy of mad and prone to drink | |
| In an eye blink, the storm clouds rolled in, tension built | |
| Let em pass, them attempt an intervention – get ‘em killed | |
| Caught up in the tempest, mother suffered nature’s wrath | |
| When the neighbors asked, quick to say she slipped takin’ a bath, but uh… | |
| And when the cops came knockin’, she tell ‘em “I aint talkin’” | |
| The thrashin’ don’t happen often – he’s a hard workin’ man, and the | |
| Baby’s barely walkin’ and the bills aint stoppin’ | |
| A day lost will cost him – is it hard to understand | |
| Why the women keep livin’ as the men keep hittin’ | |
| Passively passin’ it off as a victim of circumstance | |
| Here’s a whole life given, sacrificed for the children | |
| Let him loose, he’s got no use for a tender hand | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Never break, it’s a test of faith, I bet tomorrow brings a better day | |
| Rest your frame, help is on its way, signs are blowin through the weather vane | |
| Death is grace, like it says in James, which of us will be kept to wait? | |
| No don’t hesitate, no for heaven’s sake, just let us pray | |
| The Good Lord’s gonna set him straight | |
| Last year drought took the crops, now facin’ floods | |
| Staples on the table aint enough, what we scrapin’ up will | |
| Go to pay the bank back, partial payment – take that | |
| Life in dire straights will make a stark-raving maniac | |
| Tapped a fifth of vodka, kicked her hard enough to break a rib | |
| Shhh – keep quiet, too much cryin’ she gon’ wake the kids | |
| And when the cops came knockin’ she tell em “I aint talkin’” | |
| It’s only gon’ be a problem when the farm don’t yield | |
| You know a man’s heart hardens when his fam starts starvin’ | |
| The wind did in the garden, now the rains claimed the field | |
| I’ll take the weight of the burden if it means less hurtin’ | |
| In crisis the type of person you’re with is fully revealed | |
| Things may be more certain if you take away the bourbon | |
| Tired of fussin’ I’ll discuss it when the bones heal | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Never break, it’s a test of faith, I bet tomorrow brings a better day | |
| Rest your frame, help is on its way, signs are blowin through the weather vane | |
| Death is grace, like it says in James, which of us will be kept to wait? | |
| No don’t hesitate, no for heaven’s sake, just let us pray | |
| The Good Lord’s gonna set him straight | |
| Baby times are tough, but you know you’re makin’ em harder | |
| Household on the edge when you’re wired on that firewater | |
| Daughter old enough to see the evidence, herself | |
| He told her “mind your business,” nothing else, then headed for the shelf | |
| Once he polished off a bottle, started throttlin’ the youngest son | |
| Nest threatened, mama got the weapon, now what’s done is done | |
| And when the cops came knockin’ she tell ‘em “I aint talkin’” | |
| Drop the body in a coffin, dig a hole and throw it in | |
| When the callous won’t soften, it’s only one way to stop ‘em | |
| He’s gone, but not forgotten are the scars in the skin | |
| A mother’s resolve is steady, with the volatile especially demanding | |
| Stand ready for the man to go again | |
| Spent enough time guessin’ if the curse would turn deadly | |
| I heard every word you read me but I’m innocent | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Never break, it’s a test of faith, I bet tomorrow brings a better day | |
| Rest your frame, help is on its way, signs are blowin through the weather vane | |
| Death is grace, like it says in James, which of us will be kept to wait? | |
| No don’t hesitate, no for heaven’s sake, just let us pray | |
| The Good Lord’s gonna set him straight |
| In this current climate of change it seems some things never will | |
| Age of my formation split between the grange and Pleasureville | |
| Skill and dedication, gained appreciation for the work | |
| He' s up early to serve stock feed and tend to burley | |
| Surely this man is a model, though my role is cast in other fields | |
| Typify provisioner, I empathize, a brother feels | |
| Meaning in the motion goin' out to bring a promise home | |
| Son be there in spirit, father left to do the job alone | |
| Shown the ways of older generations, known little else | |
| Elements affect them all, weather wear the mental health | |
| Down inside the dale driving bales, on his own to think | |
| Arrived with the rye, just shy of mad and prone to drink | |
| In an eye blink, the storm clouds rolled in, tension built | |
| Let em pass, them attempt an intervention get ' em killed | |
| Caught up in the tempest, mother suffered nature' s wrath | |
| When the neighbors asked, quick to say she slipped takin' a bath, but uh | |
| And when the cops came knockin', she tell ' em " I aint talkin'" | |
| The thrashin' don' t happen often he' s a hard workin' man, and the | |
| Baby' s barely walkin' and the bills aint stoppin' | |
| A day lost will cost him is it hard to understand | |
| Why the women keep livin' as the men keep hittin' | |
| Passively passin' it off as a victim of circumstance | |
| Here' s a whole life given, sacrificed for the children | |
| Let him loose, he' s got no use for a tender hand | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Never break, it' s a test of faith, I bet tomorrow brings a better day | |
| Rest your frame, help is on its way, signs are blowin through the weather vane | |
| Death is grace, like it says in James, which of us will be kept to wait? | |
| No don' t hesitate, no for heaven' s sake, just let us pray | |
| The Good Lord' s gonna set him straight | |
| Last year drought took the crops, now facin' floods | |
| Staples on the table aint enough, what we scrapin' up will | |
| Go to pay the bank back, partial payment take that | |
| Life in dire straights will make a starkraving maniac | |
| Tapped a fifth of vodka, kicked her hard enough to break a rib | |
| Shhh keep quiet, too much cryin' she gon' wake the kids | |
| And when the cops came knockin' she tell em " I aint talkin'" | |
| It' s only gon' be a problem when the farm don' t yield | |
| You know a man' s heart hardens when his fam starts starvin' | |
| The wind did in the garden, now the rains claimed the field | |
| I' ll take the weight of the burden if it means less hurtin' | |
| In crisis the type of person you' re with is fully revealed | |
| Things may be more certain if you take away the bourbon | |
| Tired of fussin' I' ll discuss it when the bones heal | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Never break, it' s a test of faith, I bet tomorrow brings a better day | |
| Rest your frame, help is on its way, signs are blowin through the weather vane | |
| Death is grace, like it says in James, which of us will be kept to wait? | |
| No don' t hesitate, no for heaven' s sake, just let us pray | |
| The Good Lord' s gonna set him straight | |
| Baby times are tough, but you know you' re makin' em harder | |
| Household on the edge when you' re wired on that firewater | |
| Daughter old enough to see the evidence, herself | |
| He told her " mind your business," nothing else, then headed for the shelf | |
| Once he polished off a bottle, started throttlin' the youngest son | |
| Nest threatened, mama got the weapon, now what' s done is done | |
| And when the cops came knockin' she tell ' em " I aint talkin'" | |
| Drop the body in a coffin, dig a hole and throw it in | |
| When the callous won' t soften, it' s only one way to stop ' em | |
| He' s gone, but not forgotten are the scars in the skin | |
| A mother' s resolve is steady, with the volatile especially demanding | |
| Stand ready for the man to go again | |
| Spent enough time guessin' if the curse would turn deadly | |
| I heard every word you read me but I' m innocent | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Never break, it' s a test of faith, I bet tomorrow brings a better day | |
| Rest your frame, help is on its way, signs are blowin through the weather vane | |
| Death is grace, like it says in James, which of us will be kept to wait? | |
| No don' t hesitate, no for heaven' s sake, just let us pray | |
| The Good Lord' s gonna set him straight |
| In this current climate of change it seems some things never will | |
| Age of my formation split between the grange and Pleasureville | |
| Skill and dedication, gained appreciation for the work | |
| He' s up early to serve stock feed and tend to burley | |
| Surely this man is a model, though my role is cast in other fields | |
| Typify provisioner, I empathize, a brother feels | |
| Meaning in the motion goin' out to bring a promise home | |
| Son be there in spirit, father left to do the job alone | |
| Shown the ways of older generations, known little else | |
| Elements affect them all, weather wear the mental health | |
| Down inside the dale driving bales, on his own to think | |
| Arrived with the rye, just shy of mad and prone to drink | |
| In an eye blink, the storm clouds rolled in, tension built | |
| Let em pass, them attempt an intervention get ' em killed | |
| Caught up in the tempest, mother suffered nature' s wrath | |
| When the neighbors asked, quick to say she slipped takin' a bath, but uh | |
| And when the cops came knockin', she tell ' em " I aint talkin'" | |
| The thrashin' don' t happen often he' s a hard workin' man, and the | |
| Baby' s barely walkin' and the bills aint stoppin' | |
| A day lost will cost him is it hard to understand | |
| Why the women keep livin' as the men keep hittin' | |
| Passively passin' it off as a victim of circumstance | |
| Here' s a whole life given, sacrificed for the children | |
| Let him loose, he' s got no use for a tender hand | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Never break, it' s a test of faith, I bet tomorrow brings a better day | |
| Rest your frame, help is on its way, signs are blowin through the weather vane | |
| Death is grace, like it says in James, which of us will be kept to wait? | |
| No don' t hesitate, no for heaven' s sake, just let us pray | |
| The Good Lord' s gonna set him straight | |
| Last year drought took the crops, now facin' floods | |
| Staples on the table aint enough, what we scrapin' up will | |
| Go to pay the bank back, partial payment take that | |
| Life in dire straights will make a starkraving maniac | |
| Tapped a fifth of vodka, kicked her hard enough to break a rib | |
| Shhh keep quiet, too much cryin' she gon' wake the kids | |
| And when the cops came knockin' she tell em " I aint talkin'" | |
| It' s only gon' be a problem when the farm don' t yield | |
| You know a man' s heart hardens when his fam starts starvin' | |
| The wind did in the garden, now the rains claimed the field | |
| I' ll take the weight of the burden if it means less hurtin' | |
| In crisis the type of person you' re with is fully revealed | |
| Things may be more certain if you take away the bourbon | |
| Tired of fussin' I' ll discuss it when the bones heal | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Never break, it' s a test of faith, I bet tomorrow brings a better day | |
| Rest your frame, help is on its way, signs are blowin through the weather vane | |
| Death is grace, like it says in James, which of us will be kept to wait? | |
| No don' t hesitate, no for heaven' s sake, just let us pray | |
| The Good Lord' s gonna set him straight | |
| Baby times are tough, but you know you' re makin' em harder | |
| Household on the edge when you' re wired on that firewater | |
| Daughter old enough to see the evidence, herself | |
| He told her " mind your business," nothing else, then headed for the shelf | |
| Once he polished off a bottle, started throttlin' the youngest son | |
| Nest threatened, mama got the weapon, now what' s done is done | |
| And when the cops came knockin' she tell ' em " I aint talkin'" | |
| Drop the body in a coffin, dig a hole and throw it in | |
| When the callous won' t soften, it' s only one way to stop ' em | |
| He' s gone, but not forgotten are the scars in the skin | |
| A mother' s resolve is steady, with the volatile especially demanding | |
| Stand ready for the man to go again | |
| Spent enough time guessin' if the curse would turn deadly | |
| I heard every word you read me but I' m innocent | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Never break, it' s a test of faith, I bet tomorrow brings a better day | |
| Rest your frame, help is on its way, signs are blowin through the weather vane | |
| Death is grace, like it says in James, which of us will be kept to wait? | |
| No don' t hesitate, no for heaven' s sake, just let us pray | |
| The Good Lord' s gonna set him straight |