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First Snow
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Dreaming Again
04:58
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Higher Ground
03:42
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Mountain Brandy
04:36
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Dove Song
04:02
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Leanne
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Smoke and Flames
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Daddy's Pocket Knife
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Colby T. Helms Boones Mill, Virginia
At the bottom of the Southwest Virginia foothills, 21-year-old Colby T. Helms resides in an “underground house” built by his late father on land his family has owned for generations. A veteran performer in the Appalachian region by age 18, Colby wrote the songs that would become his upcoming semi-autobiographical concept album, ‘Tales of Misfortune’, as a senior in high school. ... more
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