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Old Wooden Cross​/​Potter's Field

by Pete Mancini

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1.
I’ve got an Old Wooden Cross That nearly got lost But it made it through The second world war It still shines a light Through the darkest of nights And now I've got it Hanging on my door Somewhere in Poland, 1892 A woodworker carved the King of the Jews In the blitzkrieg of 1939 The tanks rolled through in the middle of the night But the cavalry charge was in vain They were outgunned and bombs fell like rain The pastor knew they’d burn the church house down So he hid the cross where it would not be found I’ve got an Old Wooden Cross That nearly got lost But it made it through The second world war It still shines a light Through the darkest of nights And now I've got it Hanging on my door A century of prayers and benedictions Are stored inside the grains of this crucifixion It crossed an ocean and landed on our shores To bear witness to more unholy wars But those soldiers would not have died in vain If we realized were all just the same Forgive them all and lay down our arms They know not what they do, so do no harm I’ve got an Old Wooden Cross That nearly got lost But it made it through The second world war It still shines a light Through the darkest of nights And now I've got it Hanging on my door It still shines a light Through the darkest of nights And now I've got it Hanging on my door
2.
Lay me down in a potter’s field Plywood casket, my fate is sealed Let me lie in an unmarked grave Pray the Lord my soul to save Her breath was the warmth on the southerly wind In a storm of rage I have sinned I buried her down by the water line Side by side with a friend of mine I saw their shadows in our bed Drew my pistol, shot 'em dead I shot 'em dead I’m not looking for forgiveness, son I played my part, the deed is done I couldn't let my anger go They took me down near Ohio I listen to the CO yell From my six by eight concrete hell Now every time i close my eyes I see her face, I hear their cries on the night i caught them in our bed Pulled my pistol, blood ran red The blood ran red Lay me down in a potter’s field Plywood casket my fate is sealed Let me lie in an unmarked grave Cause I don’t deserve to be saved

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Recorded in the Summer of 2020 at Dial Back Sound in Water Valley, MS.

All proceeds from Potter's Field will be donated to Backline, a 501c3 non-profit that connects music industry professionals and their families with mental health and wellness resources. To learn more, visit backline.care

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released October 1, 2021

Produced by Matt Patton & Bronson Tew
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Bronson Tew at Dial Back Sound
Assistant Engineer: Schaefer Llana

'Old Wooden Cross' written by Pete Mancini (Milkman Paperboy, ASCAP), 'Potters Field' written by Pete Mancini & Travis McKeveny (Belle Weather, ASCAP)

Pete Mancini: Guitar, Vocals
Matt Patton: Bass
Bronson Tew: Drums
Jamison Hollister: Pedal Steel

Artwork design by James Commonwealth
Cover photo used with permission from Michael Croissant

Special thanks to the Dial Back crew, Nick Loss-Eaton, Luis Moreno, Matthew Grimm, Lauren Hamill, friends and family, and HP

Dedicated to the memory of Travis McKeveny

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