At the start of a story At the end of a lifetime, long Like the age of good whiskey The clocks slowed and the curtains Drawn
I'm the ghost of my father The son said on a mirrored sun The reflection of a river Is it ending or only Just begun
And I've never really left Tennessee The marshes to the mountains stretch out in my memory Graves of my family from the 19th century I'll have a place there when the ground calls for me
Tears of fresh spring water Run as when my father was young Under the hills of Maury County For the hardship that he'd overcome
And I've never really left Tennessee The marshes to the mountains stretch out in my memory Graves of my family from the 19th century I'll have a place there when the ground calls for me
And I've never really left Tennessee The marshes to the mountains stretch out in my memory Graves of my family from the 19th century I'll have a place there when the ground Calls for meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
