Highland Rim (feat. Marty Stuart)

Hello, Highland Rim

Coursing 'round my city

Standing for a long old time

Fuil of mystery

You seen it all before so I'm wondering

Will you show me the way

Down your trail to the place

Where the birds fly away to be free?

Hello, string picker

Well, you're singing mighty fine

I've heard 'em just like you

But they didn't want to climb

Up here's on my back

Where I could show them a sign

And guide the way down the trail

To that high lonesome place

Where the birds fly away to be free

Hello, Highland Rim

You're looking mighty fine

Shaking off the winter months

And ringing in springtime

I'd like to ask you something if you don't mind

See, I get full of dread, all these worries in my head

Makes my wings feel as heavy as lead

Hello, string picker

That's a heartfelt lament

But time has a way of making straight all roads that once were bent

From high up here, it's pretty clear that all is vanity

But there's a season to everything

Stick it out, strum and sing

With the birds and fly away to be free

Well, thanks a lot, Highland Rim

Can I come back again?

Take my rest neath your green shade of trees

Anytime, I don't mind

I'm here for all to climb

Where the birds fly away to be free