Folk Queue

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Monday, December 05, 2011

Time (The Revelator)



darling remember when you come to me
that i’m the pretender
i’m not what i’m supposed to be
but who could know if i’m a traitor?
time's the revelator

they caught the katy and left me a mule to ride
the fortune lady came along and she walked beside
but every word seemed to date her
time's the revelator

up in the morning up and on the line
i drive in to Corning and all the spindles whine
and every day is getting straighter
time's the revelator

leaving the valley is fucking out of sight
i’ll go back to Cali where i can sleep out every night
and watch the waves and move the fader
queen of fakes and imitators
time's the revelator

--Gillian Welch