the back road

Take me to the back road
Where it was lost
The old back road
Behind the wood

I saw you in the back room
Under a picture
Alone in a bayou
Feeling selfish

I think I could know you
I think I could care
You’re a banchee
and I’m a tree

Forty eight Helens
They all agree
I’m almost honest
But I guess you could see
When things look gritty
I get anxious
And stop tryin’
I become a tree

Take me to the back road
Where it was lost
The old back road
When I was good 

Words by: Brett Dixon

Music by: Jason Peacock

1993

 

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