Tuesday, March 25, 2003

Country sun don't set on a big city sky line
It's another world all together
City streets ain't no place to go huntin'
Can't see the stars, can't read the weather

Where I come from it's wide open spaces
Hills and hollers, spirits running free
It's in your blood just like the sun's up in the sky
Where I come from it's hard to leave

Brick and concrete just make alleys and gutters
The Lord knows that's rocky ground for plowin'
City folks live stacked up on each other
And wake up to the sound of sirens

--John Anderson

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