The wella woods of Belvedere, The peat and moss of Avenroe, St. Germain's canaries, The fortress of Alpentine. Oh, my soul! My loyalty is to the East
See the sun rise over her skin Don't change it See the sun rise over her skin Dawn changes everything, everything And the delta sun Burns bright and violet
When you hear twin fiddles and a steel guitar You're listenin' to the sound of the American heart And opry music on a Saturday night Brings a smile to
Beneath the old iron bridges, across the Victorian parks And all the frightened people running home before dark Past the Saturday morning cinema that
There's a home place under fire Tonight in the heartland And the bankers are taking my home And my land from me There's a big achin' hole in my chest
We stood there frozen as the baseball hit the bat Watched it clear the fence in Johnson's yard And broke that front door glass We were already on that
(Originally by: Ronnie Milsap) Well, you can walk out on me tonight If you think that it ain't feeling right But darling, there ain't no getting over
Ran across a friend of mine Hadn't seen since eleventh grade Saw our name on the marquie sign And stopped in to see us play He said, man it's been a
Have you ever popped a can And put a pinch between your cheek and gum Run barefooted through the woods Come hunting with a blue tick and a gun Patted
Get the motor running hot Second row, third disc I still remember that yellow sundress Blonde hair, blue eyes And everytime I looked at her my tongue
Everybody in my senior class Got the hell out just as fast as they could go And pretty soon that Greyhound bus It only left a few of us to carry on It
Some judge a man by the way he shakes a hand And if he looks a man in the eyes By the way he treats his tools The way he treats a fool And the things
I was sitting on a bench with my ankle tapped up Watching our team getting beat like a drum by a private school They were giving high fives and acting
An old guitar with brand new strings Your favorite faded pair of jeans That first apartment away from home A newborn sleeping all night long Seeing him
I made a trip back to my hometown last week For my grandparent's 50 year anniversary It was black leather wingtips, and big bouffant hair Your typical
Look at the two of you dancing that way Lost in the moment and each others face So much in love your alone in this place Like there's nobody else in the
Setting out, city in your sight, You want an overview of the underground, The pressure's off, so your feelings rise, You got to hit that peak before