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• Artiste: Patty Griffin
• Titre: Where I Come From
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Where I come from is a land of many islands Two rivers run to the east and to the west I wanted to run far away as I could as fast as I could get But no matter where I've been I can't escape who I am or forget Where I come from paint is peeling all the time The winter's long gets into your boots The river runs high and wild, high and wild in the springtime The tourists come through our fading little town when the sun shines The veterans, the veterans of all the past wars Sit outside on a Sunday afternoon The mills closed down long ago and so we're way past unemployment Like a bad joke somebody told on our town for their enjoyment September sun colors boldly flying In pretty reds, orange, gold and brown Most beautiful as the light is dying Most beautiful as the day goes down