Where I Come From

Where I come from

It's a land of many islands

Two rivers run

To the east and to the west

Wanted to run far away as I could, as fast as I could get

No matter where I've been

Can't escape who I am or forget

Where I come from

Paint is peelin' all the time

The winter's long

Gets into your boots

The river runs high and wild

High and wild in the springtime

The tourists come through our fading little town

When the sun shines

Veterans, the veterans of all the past wars

Sit outside on a Sunday afternoon

The mills closed down long ago

So way past unemployment

Like a bad joke somebody told on our town for their enjoyment, oh

September sun

Colors boldly flyin'

Pretty reds, orange, gold and brown

Most beautiful as the light is dying

Most beautiful as the day goes down