A few familiar tracks, a few hopefully new ones, for vengeful gods and crossroads, for rivers and rebirths, for bad moons and distilled white lightning and deep roots in a hard, hard land. For blood is thicker than water and runs deeper than oil, there's a reckoning a-comin’ and you’d best be bruisin’ your knees on the floor, the beat is older than the dirt, and nothing that dies ever really goes away.

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