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Fire on the asphalt, L.A. freeway |
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Santa Anna windstorm, come blow me away |
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'Cause this rearview mirror could use some adjustment |
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Some other reflection, some other place. |
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Oh, Cumberland, I'm a faithful son |
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No matter where I go, I hear you calling me |
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The Mississippi's wide long, St. Paul to New Orleans |
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But my heart's resting on your banks in Tennessee. |
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Lazy ol' river, not a lick of ambition |
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Get to Kentucky then you roll on home |
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If you were a highway, you wouldn't go nowhere |
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And I wouldn't be lost and all alone. |
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Oh, Cumberland, I'm a faithful son |
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No matter where I go, I hear you calling me |
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The Mississippi's wide long, St. Paul to New Orleans |
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But my heart's resting on your banks in Tennessee. |
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There's a stolen river in the San Fernando |
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Down in the valley, in the shadow of greed |
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But I have a memory, knee deep in salvation |
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That old muddy water that once washed me clean. |
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Oh, Cumberland, I'm a faithful son |
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No matter where I go, I hear you calling me |
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Mississippi's wide long, St. Paul to New Orleans |
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But my heart's resting on your banks in Tennessee. |
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Oh, Cumberland |
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Oh, Cumberland. |
