PossumHaw

PossumHaw

 Burlington, Vermont, USA
BandFolkBluegrass

PossumHaw is a dynamic, original bluegrass and country-folk quintet from Burlington, Vermont. Since 2004, the band has evolved to combine award-winning, evocative songwriting and singing with top-notch bluegrass instrumentation. On the stage, PossumHaw offers stellar vocal harmonies, original music, and impressive acoustic instrumentation.

Biography

PossumHaw is a dynamic,
original bluegrass and country-folk quintet from Burlington, Vermont.
Since 2004, the band has evolved to combine award-winning, evocative
songwriting and singing with top-notch bluegrass instrumentation. On
the stage, PossumHaw offers stellar vocal harmonies, original music, and
impressive acoustic instrumentation.

The band is:

Colby Crehan: lead vocals, guitar, piano

Stephen Waud: mandolin, vocals

Ryan Crehan: banjo, vocals, harmonica

Charley Eiseman: lead guitar, vocals

Mitch Barron: upright bass, vocals

PossumHaw has produced four full-length albums: Waiting and Watching
(2014), Fortunes Name (2010), Madtom (2007) and Split-rail (2005). The
band has appeared at the Champlain Valley Folk Festival, First Night
Burlington, Higher Ground, the Long Trail Festival, and at venues
throughout the Northeast.

Band member credentials: Colby Crehan (lead vocalist) was named Vermont
Vocalist of the Year, and her song "Road to Mora" was named Vermont Song
of the Year. She also performs as lead singer with the Bluegrass
Gospel Project with former members of Northern Lights and Breakaway.
Stephen Waud (mandolin) also performs with the Modern Grass Quintet.
Mitch Barron (upright bass) was a member of Bread and Bones before
joining PossumHaw.


Lyrics

Young Lynn

Written By: Colby Crehan

Young Lynn came down
To find his newborn child
But the mother, she’s been exiled

And young Lynn Cohn had to look all night long
I can’t help you, son, you’re out on your own

Corrita
I never wanted you to go
What will you do in the cold

And young Lynn Cohn had to look all night long
I can’t help you, son, you’re out on your own

That babe was quiet
Him being just two hours old
He had no fear in his soul

And young Lynn Cohn had to look all night long
I can’t help you, son, you’re our on your own

So faster he ran, and faster he prayed
‘Till his ears they rang with his first born’s name

Come Up and Find Me

Written By: Colby Crehan

Just an hour before my work is through
Come up and find me

Say if I can go out with you
Come up and find me working

I’m thinking of it all day long
Come up and find me

Hoping you won’t treat me wrong
Come up and find me working

At night when I’m home, I sit all alone
Won’t you come along and say you’ll be mine

At night when I’m home, I sit all alone
Won’t you come along and keep me from crying

I’m putting on something nice
Come up and find me

Hoping we’ll go out tonight
Come up and find me working

Well all this work it gets me down
Come up and find me

I need someone to take care of me now

At night when I’m home, I sit all alone
Won’t you come along and say you’ll be mine

At night when I’m home, I sit all alone
Won’t you come along and keep me from crying

Come up and find me
Come up and find me working

Backpage Waltz

Written By: Colby Crehan

A traveling man with home on his mind
Worked in the building that took his life

Five floors above him of brick and wood
He works at the bottom, he sees its no good

And I’ll tell you what he told me on Christmas night
“I’ll work one more day here though I fear for my life”

“To uncle, to momma, I traveled far
I miss my young children when we’re apart

They don’t know for how long I plan to stay
I’ve counted three months I’ll count one more day”

And I’ll tell you what he told me on Christmas night
“I’ll work one more day here though I fear for my life”

The angels, they told him, “It will come down”

And I’ll tell you what he told me on Christmas night
“I’ll work one more day here though I fear for my life”

He chose to stay on though the warnings came so clear
So remember to listen to what others may not hear

I'm Tryin

Written By: Colby Crehan

I wasn’t always a momma
I didn’t used to worry much at all
You would come and get me at eight or maybe nine
We’d make ourselves a night off whatever we could find
But I’m tryin to be more like I oughta
Cause I wasn’t always a momma

I wasn’t always a momma
My own she told me I could come back home
She don’t seem to mind in fact she’s taken to it all
But I wonder if she’d bother to tell me if you called
And I’m tryin to be more like I oughta
Cause I wasn’t always a momma

I wasn’t always a momma
You must realize my weakness, too
Living with a baby is sometimes living alone
A child was never meant to be all a woman owned
But I’m tryin to be more like I oughta
Cause I wasn’t always a momma

Arkansas Hills

Written By: Colby Crehan

Saturday is my favorite night
When we go dancing, keep the music tight
See my steady down the road
he knows where to go

His momma's burning homes to the ground
With some other man in some other town
His daddy's doing alright
He's given up the fight

And where we're from
in the Arkansas Hills
Everyone's leaving out their lambs
for the wolves to kill

Two months ago when I turned sixteen
We we swimming in the limestone creek
Now in my blue hand-me-down
We're headed for the town

I feel the eyes of a wolf on me
there ain't much time left for living free
Free from the taste of blood
Free in love

And where we're from
in the Arkansas Hills
Everyone's leaving out their lambs
for the wolves to kill

Saturday is my favorite night
When we go dancing, keep the music tight
See my steady down the road, he's got nowhere to go

I want to keep these fences strong
we hear those wolves howling all night long
They get braver every day
They're coming here to stay

And where we're from
in the Arkansas Hills
Everyone's leaving out their lambs
for the wolves to kill

The Cup

Written By: Columbia Crehan

All my troubles seem to sneak up from behind
I can’t find a way
To bring myself a little peace of mind
When all my troubles seem to sneak up from behind

I have struggled working dawn ‘til the dark
The bossman don’t even know my name
His love of money is all that fills his heart
Yes I have struggled working dawn until the dark

Someday the lion will lay down with the lamb
The meek will find their home
The cup will be passed from hand to hand
Yes someday the lion will lay down with the lamb

My path is overgrown and this thirst is all I’ve known
But the invitation stands with this vessel in my hands
With this vessel in my hands

I dream of lightning and thunder clouds
To wash my tracks away
My worries follow but they can’t find me now
I dream of lightning and thunder clouds

But all my troubles seem to sneak up from behind
And I have struggled working dawn ‘til the dark
But someday the lion will lay down with the lamb
And I dream of lightning and thunder clouds

Tracing Paper

Written By: Columbia Crehan

Tracing paper, laid across a picture
That’s all I was, that’s all I could be
Lines to mirror, someone you held dearer
Your heart would not cross over to me

And if I’d known that you’d lived through the love and losing game
I’d have guarded my heart against the same
But these gates have been lifted and the doors stand open wide
I can feel the cold air rushing inside

Muddied waters, washing out the colors
That’s all that we had to show in the end
The tears that I cried have blurred the lines
So carefully drawn by misguided hands

And if I’d known that you’d lived through the love and losing game
I’d have guarded my heart against the same
But these gates have been lifted and the doors stand open wide
I can feel the cold air rushing inside

Road to Mora

Written By: Columbia Crehan

The way to Mora is a lonely road
Through the northern mountains of New Mexico
Deep canyons rise and fall just like the sun
Where will you run? Where will you run?

The way to Mora is where I found my home
Take your shovels to the back that’s where you’ll find the bones
Looking for shelter they would not live to see the day
Their horses and their guns, he took and sold in Santa Fe

Every man who came
His story was the same
I am a stranger, no one waits for me
I thank you for this warm place to sleep

They’d lay their mats by the pinion fire
Men with no families who might inquire
Were you the last to see our darling son
Our dear old father, where have they gone?

The road to Mora could not last this way
Someday my husband, he would have to pay
Wicked he grew with each deadly scheme
I knew someday he’d turn his knife on me

Every man who came
His story was the same
I am a stranger, no one waits for me
I thank you for this warm place to sleep

You can bury a body, but you can’t bury a soul
You can shield yourself against the wind, but not against the cold
But not against the cold

No one else knew about the things he’d done
I waited for the darkest night to run
I heard him call as I crouched below
“This road to Mora won’t let you go”

Then all at once came an awful sound
From the edge of the canyon he went hurling down
Was it the moonless night that killed him then
Or the ghosts rising from their shallow den?

Every man who came
His story was the same
I am a stranger, no one waits for me
I thank you for this warm place to sleep

Set List

Typically 2- 1 hour sets of predominantly original material