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Music and lyrics by Yasmin de Laine Recorded, mixed and produced by AJ Bradford at Tender Trap Studios Mastered by Timothy Stollenwerk at Stereophonic Recordings Cover photo by Tanya Voltchanskaya Lyrics: Laura Elsa lived a little while down the way Walked her baby for miles through the heat and through the rain I watched her struggle and wring the perspiration from her clothes Bug-eyed and wondering where all her buried resentment goes Laura Elsa pulls her limping boy to her side Says he got too brave in the face of some poor sad man’s pride Yeah, she don’t say much but I saw her jaw get real tight Once something’s got in deep you can’t pull the wool out of that dye Called her mama before they came to take her away Dragged him to that precious truck, carried on and rumbled down the lane ‘Tween grape vines, they’ll find him in a nine-inch grave “It's done. He’s dead.” She said, hung up and walked away Small town whispers through leaves and vines and soil I seen their son with his grey face milling round the hall News of Laura’s man spread, and once they learned his fate Townsfolk shrugged their shoulders, better without him anyway
