Autobiographical Song about where and how I grew up. Featuring JOHN RUPPE on Guitar. He is a truly talented North Carolina musician.. and he puts the Ruppe in BEALL&RUPPE.
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Genre
Country • Traditional Country
Charts
Peak #12
Peak in subgenre #1
Author
Robert F. Beall
Rights
2011
Uploaded
July 21, 2011
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:13
Story behind the song
Growing up in Southern Maryland, we started off kindof poor. My mother invested every dime she had into a 20 acre track of land that would later be known as; Whisperwood Farm. It was there I learned some of my hardest lessons and harvested some of my fondest memories. We didnt have alot money growing up and for a period of time we did not have water. We supplied ourselves with firehouse and creek water. I can still feel that water splashing up my leg as I tried to carry a bucket to full for me to control. I was just a kid back then (7) or (8). When I was 9 years old or so, my bother and I were the only two people small enough to dig the deepest portions of the future family well. I will never forget looking up and seeing the sky the size of a dime. Between earning every simple luxury and the horses who were my best friends, I feel it allowed me to have balance in my life I would always keep close to my heart. I feel this rough start has allowed me to charish every acomplishment I ever fulfilled. Every tangible item I ever bought was with the mindset of taking care of it forever; Because growing up, you may never get another new item, so "you better take care of this one" kind of thinking. I will never forget where I came from, no matter how far I go. and this song it just a glimpse of who I was..
Lyrics
Martin Road Written By: Robert F. Beall April 27, 2011 VERSE 1 Every Now and Then I go to another place and time Little dirt road on the outskirts town called Brandywine It was there I learned All my Wrongs and Rights And Where my Grandma King died one Night. I had my best friends And everyone of them Hung out in a 12 by 12 covered by wood and tin Yeah those horses were all of my best friends Even when they kicked my teeth in. CHORUS So when the world gets dark and I’m all alone Out here on the streets and it gets cold I just drift away to another day And find the me that’s just 9 years old Back in the well on Martin Road Back in the well on..Martin Road VERSE 2 Never dug a well Ever in my life 9 years old me and my brother gonna give it a try Maybe who I am Is because of who I was And I was sixty feet down in ankle deep mud (REPEAT CHORUS 1) VERSE 3 If I had a Choice I’d do it all again On the Farm called Whisperwood Getting beat up by my friends Shaking my pain off Not knowing who I was gonna be Yeah, these scars and thoughts define me CHORUS 2 So when the world slows down Just long enough For me to take a breath and get control I swear I’ll never change,
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