letra de southbound 319 - brian granse
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it’s white across the flatland
and the hedge rows are naked
rhythm of a steel track
southbound 319
christmas eve on a friday
december’s on the run
this land graced by churches
but i ain’t graced a one
back to see my brothers
back to stir my blood
i start feelin’ that itch in my boot
well, i guess that’s why i’m gone
i didn’t mean to forget
how it all felt as a boy
but this could be a dakota
if it wasn’t illinois
all those old traditions
they got buried in the snow
i stop myself in a mirror
from trying to wear my old clothes
if sentiment is a road map
some might say that i’m lost
if i shed a tear that don’t surprise me
well that’s a tear that i don’t want
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