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John Hiatt( John Robert Hiatt )
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Buffalo River Home
Lyricist:John Hiatt
I've been taking off and landing but this airport's closed And how much thicker this fog is gonna get, God only knows Just when you think that you've got a grip Reality sneaks off it gives you the slip As if you ever knew what it was taking you down the line
Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters Of the south running helter skelter Down through the Mississippi Delta with no place to call your own Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings all along the paint was peeling Down to an Indian blanket on a pony with no rider in the flesh and bone Looking for his Buffalo River home
I've been circling the wagons down at times square Trying to fill up this hole in my soul but nothing fits there Just when you think you can let it rip You're pounding the pavement in your daddy's wingtips As if you had some place to else to go or a better way to get there
Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Of the south running helter skelter Down through the Mississippi Delta with no place to call your own Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings all along the paint was peeling Down to an Indian blanket on a pony with no rider in the flesh and bone Looking for his Buffalo River home
Now there's only two things in life but I forget what they are It seems we're either hanging on a moonbeams coat tails Or wishing on stars Just when you think that you've been gyped The bearded lady comes and does a double back flip You run off and join the circus yeah, you just let that pony ride
Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters Of the south running helter skelter Down through the Mississippi Delta with no place to call your own Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings all along the paint was peeling Down to an Indian blanket on a pony with no rider in the flesh and bone Looking for his Buffalo River home Looking for his Buffalo River home
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