Moonsville Collective | Live In Studio

Go To Artist Page

Recommended if You Like
Avett Brothers Gillian Welch Old Crow Medicine Show

More Artists From
United States - California - LA

Other Genres You Will Love
Country: Americana Folk: String Band Moods: Type: Acoustic
There are no items in your wishlist.

Live In Studio

by Moonsville Collective

Moonsville Collective is a collaboration of songwriters looking to reconnect listeners with the tradional music that American culture was built upon, via a strong body of relevant original material, and American traditonals.
Genre: Country: Americana
Release Date: 

We'll ship when it's back in stock

Order now and we'll ship when it's back in stock, or enter your email below to be notified when it's back in stock.
Sign up for the CD Baby Newsletter
Your email address will not be sold for any reason.
Continue Shopping
available for download only
Share to Google +1

To listen to tracks you will need to update your browser to a recent version.

  Song Share Time Download
1. Midnight Special
Share this song!
3:19 $0.99
2. Doghouse
Share this song!
4:19 $0.99
3. Gut Bucket
Share this song!
2:57 $0.99
4. Wake Up, Son
Share this song!
3:40 $0.99
5. CC Rider
Share this song!
5:29 $0.99
6. Graffiti Train
Share this song!
3:48 $0.99
7. Pappy
Share this song!
2:24 $0.99
8. Califia
Share this song!
4:01 $0.99
9. Goodnight Irene
Share this song!
4:56 $0.99
10. Lonsesome Valley
Share this song!
3:11 $0.99
11. Moonsville
Share this song!
0:55 $0.99
Available as MP3, MP3 320, and FLAC files.


Album Notes
Music collective of Corey Adams, Ryan Welch, Dan Richardson (of Yo Pitzy Jug Band), Seth Richardson and Drew Martin.

Visit our website at MoonsvilleCollective.Com.

Moonsville in Written Word:
Born out of old train brains.
It's where the hitchhike meets the Ahhh! of gas prices.
It's the lonely tip jar beneath the alley sax.
It's the pawing of the window by the young tomcat.
It's the cheers of whiskey underneath the birch tree.
It's the wind whipped flag blessing suburban streets.
It's where the way gone drunk meets the AA dark roast.
It's where the God forsaken desert meets the God cut coast.
It's the scream of the infant, it's the knuckles of the old.
It's where the one's with money buy blankets for the cold.
It's where laughs are shared and the hurt are embraced.
It's where the power suit meets the prostitute's lace.
It's where the dodge of the matador meets the frustrated bull.
It's the shelter where the poor got a whole bowl full.
Meet us on that hill.
We'll write it in the dirt, MOONSVILLE.


to write a review