red dirt country
I know a river
flanked by red clay banks and cottonwood trees
I gave it away
for lights, for roads, for tobacco leaves
What a fool I was
to see those stars smiling down at me
To grit my teeth
to pack my trunk
to tear down I-40

red dirt countryI know a riverflanked by red clay banks and cottonwood trees I gave it awayfor lights, for roads, for tobacco leavesWhat a fool I wasto see those stars smiling down at meTo grit my teethto pack my trunkto tear down I-40