Aaron Smith and The Coal Biters

Aaron Simith and the Coal BitersAaron Smith and The Coal Biters is an Arkansas Ozarks band embraces its roots… the band members love their hometown, the Buffalo National River that flows nearby, and all the folk and pioneer history that flows through these ancient hills.

Their original songs, written by frontman Aaron Smith, draw from folk, roots, and Americana musical styles to ponder the mysteries and joys of human existence in today’s world. It’s not often that you see three generations of musicians who have found a common groove– but the Coal Biters have found one, and they love sharing their music and ponderings with their fans.

The river Jordan and Styx have both been used to symbolize the passage from one life to the next. In this song, the Mississippi takes that role, carrying departed souls into an ocean of lost loved ones.

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Contribution: Mississippi

Bury me in a field by a stream,
Anywhere to the east of the Great Divide.
And as my bones return to the waters,
I will join the ocean’s mother.
Oh, mighty Mississippi, carry me….

We get born and the clock starts tickin’
All the moments start slippin’ away.
Seconds arrive and wave goodbye,
Just like yesterday.
We can’t hold onto our youth,
Can’t even hold onto our age.
The Mississippi comes and sweeps us off the page.

I was taught in Sunday school
That the spirit of a man can never die.
And there’s a sea of silent souls just blinking
On the other side.
What I’d give for just a hint
Of a whisper from that beautiful shore.
Mississippi, when you take me,
I’m afraid I’ll be no more…
I’m afraid I’ll be no more.

Bury me in a field by a stream,
Anywhere to the east of the Great Divide.
And as my bones return to the waters,
I will join the ocean’s mother.
Oh, mighty Mississippi, carry me home.

You won’t lose a single lamb from your
Hand is what the scriptures say.
Could you help my unbelief?
Because I’m running low on faith.
I’ve never had a trusting heart,
Never made much time to pray,
And my mind is filled with echoes of oblivion…

Don’t you bury me in Egypt,
Don’t you leave me in these sands–
Because I know that you are bound for fairer lands.
I’ve got nowwehere else to turn,
No other grace on which to stand,
Like my mother’s and my fathers,
The saints and sinners who’ve gone before
To that sweet by and by, on that beautiful shore….

Bury me in a field by a stream,
Anywhere to the east of the Great Divide.
And as my bones return to the waters,
I will join the ocean’s mother.
Oh, mighty Mississippi, carry me home…to the sea.

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