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• Artiste: Marcus King
• Titre: Heartlands
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You're still every single city light I see you in every other neon sign Seeing our name on another marquee It reminds me of where I'd rather be Even from a thousand miles away Baby, wherever my head lays Love ya like a Sunday mornin' "Hallelujah" The red clay way back home Love ya like the Swannanoa river The sunburnt scripture above my Granddaddy chiseled in stone Love ya like a front porch swingin', a red bird singing Pretty little southern drawl Every time I fall You're where my heart lands Where my heart lands The highway singin' starts to sound like you Staring at your picture with the homesick blues Three more days till we head back south And I pray that your love won't give out Even from a thousand miles away Baby, wherever my head lays Love ya like a Sunday mornin' "Hallelujah" The red clay way back home Love ya like the Swannanoa river The sunburnt scripture above my granddaddy chiseled in stone Love ya like a front porch swingin', a red bird singing Your pretty little southern drawl Every time I fall You're where my heart lands Even from a thousand miles away Baby, wherever my head lays Love ya like a Sunday mornin' "Hallelujah" The red clay way back home Love ya like the Swannanoa river Sunburnt scripture above my granddaddy chiseled in stone Love ya like a front porch swingin', a red bird singing Your pretty little southern drawl Every time I fall You're where my heart lands Where my heart lands