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• Artiste: Clay Street Unit
• Titre: Way Over Yonder
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Way over yonder, the Alabama she rolls Just like my back, the dam well it broke Like my old hound dog, could use some more sleep Just you and the stars, and me underneath Built this old house, damn near ran us dry Four walls and a roof Lord, a place to lie She tends to this garden, and tend to this land And I asked her father to put a ring on her hand I work for my woman, I work to bring bread Work for these children, to keep a roof over their heads And this county of clay, good Lord he made Sit down at this table, bow our heads and we pray Up on Mt. Cheaha, heavеn’s looking on down In this god forsaken backwards old town Way over yonder, thе horses still roam And this old house, finally feels like a home Down through the pasture, and out past the pond There’s a slice of this county, sun shines down upon Not far from this fencepost lies a stone and a grave Way over yonder, we’ll meet again someday Way over yonder, we’ll meet again someday