Mother Tongue

by Mackenzie Roark

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krotix Enjoy true form Country/American and this is as pure as some parts of Virginia where the trees , mountains and valleys still look ageless. This and many other artists and bands represent what this genre should be. Favorite track: Johnny Panic.
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Mother Tongue, coming November 15th

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released November 17, 2016

Produced by Mark Bryan

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Mackenzie Roark Richmond, Virginia

Mackenzie Roark is a singer/songwriter from Richmond, VA. Influenced by the likes of Townes Van Zandt, Emmylou Harris, John Prine, and Bob Dylan, among many others, Mackenzie is drawn to the type of music that makes you want to load your wife and kids in that old wagon and cruise down the interstate towards a simpler life. Her first EP, Mother Tongue, is available now. ... more

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Track Name: Rosalee
She’s on the back porch smokin’
She’s slightly cracked, almost broken
She’s been a thinking and a hopin’
That her man might come along

Her hair’s all blonde and knotted
Her heart’s been poked and prodded
This house is dead and rotted
But she knows it wont be long

(Til he says)
Rosalee, wont you come with me?
You can make the richest man bend on a beggar's knee
I’ll pick you up babe, and I’ll lay you down
I wont let you drown
My Rosalee

Now she’s walking down the freeway
Always happens in the month of May
Another year has gone and nothin’s changed
But the cracks spread on her skin

She says, “I’m goin’ down to find my mother
Let her know I been thinkin’ of her
And maybe she’ll help me to discover
Why it is I’m shatterin’”

(And she’ll say)
Rosalee, wont you stay with me?
You can make the richest man bend on a beggar’s knee
I’ll pick you up babe, and I’ll lay you down
I wont let you drown
My Rosalee

Mother at the door, she says, “Whatcha doin’ here for?”
I don't know you anymore. Go on home.”
Lover at the door, he says, “I don't want you anymore
When I left you, I was sure you’da known.”

She’s on the back porch drinkin’
Just to keep herself from thinkin’
Bout the cracks that got her sinkin’
And the spaces that remain

“And I guess I don't need no one
To appreciate the things I’ve done
I’ve got me this loaded gun
And this bottle to call my name”

(And they’ll say)
Rosalee, won't you swallow me?
You can make the richest man bend on a beggar’s knee
Pick me up babe, and I’ll lay you down
I wont let you drown
My Rosalee
Track Name: Oh, Mama
Mama’s barefoot in the kitchen
Swayin’ to the radio
My brother left to join the army last year
And daddy’s still out on the road

Me, I’m working down at Roscoe’s
Tendin’ bar most every night
The work aint hard, but it’s takin’ all my time
I’m runnin’ out of songs to write

Wait and see
I’ll shake this dirty town right off of me

Oh, Mama
Did you ever pray for rain?
Oh, Mama
I dont wanna miss another train
Cause if I stay another day here
I will know my Mama’s pain

Gonna make it big in Nashville
Playin’ dirty country songs
But first I gotta save enough and sober up
It’s just takin me so long

The Spanish moss is looking tired
Hanging low from ancient trees
And me I’m driving down these same old country roads
Got the baby on my knee

Oh Mama
Did you ever pray for rain?
Oh Mama
Didn't wanna miss another train
After spending all my days here
I will know my Mama’s pain
Track Name: Faces of Lonely Women
They made their home in the old town cat house
Just down the road from where it all began
Now they’re takin’ her to church every Sunday
Raisin’ her righteous and doin’ the best they can

Lady Evelyn rules with the power
Fist of iron, cross of gold
Wynona Taylor just sits at her mercy
Try’na keep her baby girl away from the devil’s hold


And this old house
Will always smell like sinnin’
‘Cause even when it’s over
The heartache’s just beginnin’
How bitter the end
When you’re looking for your long lost men
You can usually find ‘em
In the faces of lonely women


The years have gone like a burned-out pipe dream
That little girl ahas grown up proud
But when the boys start hollerin’ at her
All the house’s heartaches reach up and pull her down

And she’s callin’ to the ghost of her father
Prayin' pretty please, set me free
Cause if I stay here one minute longer
I wont even hesitate to pull that old gun on me


And this old house
Will always smell like sinnin’
‘Cause even when it’s over
The heartache’s just beginnin’
How bitter the end
When you’re looking for your long lost men
You can usually find ‘em
In the faces of lonely women
Track Name: Johnny Panic
Johnny Panic was a fine old friend of mine
We go way back, back to the beginning of time
He went with me most everywhere, and honestly I didn’t care
What Johnny Panic did or didn’t do
So he sat and watched me stumbling along as I grew

Years went by and Johnny told me one day
“I’m here for good, so don’t even try to get away”
He dug his claws deep in my side, I tried to run, I couldn’t hide
‘Cause good ole Johnny Panic knew me well
So I let him change the shape of my face and in exchange he gave me hell


Johnny Panic, you straight-shooting son of a gun
I thought you were a better man, I thought you were an innocent one
Johnny Panic, oh Johnny Johnny, why?
I thought you taught me how to live, when really you just left me here to die


Every time I walked away, I always ended up back in his bed
He held me tight and put the lies of love and luxury into my head
‘Till I was just a bag of flesh, a pile of bones, a sorry wretch
Livin’ in ole Johnny Panic’s world
Lord, won’t you have some mercy on this girl?


So I’m goin’ home, I’m shakin’ his shadow from my skin
I don’t know just what I’m gonna do if he shows his face again
I miss his warmth and company, this freedom is so bittersweet
I guess it was the time to make a change
But Johnny Panic always stays the same