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  1. Pine River

From the recording Pine River

Lyrics

There’s not a bit of difference ‘tween the rolling Pine River and your eyes
There’s not a bit of difference ‘tween the rolling Pine River and your eyes
If you think I ever left here then you haven’t looked around
To be king of all the ashes I would burn this whole town down

Your corduroy jacket, pack of Marlboro reds, feeling good
If it wasn’t for your mother mighta stuck around this old neighborhood
They still turn on the porch lights just before the daylight folds
The marching band’s still kicking in that frozen ground so cold

I wake before the floor is warm and walk to feed the stove its bluest light
Little worlds and little nothings, burning everything ever left behind
So go play your grand finale in some lonesome local alley
We both know you’ve always been so far from home