Outside the City

About an hour, hour outside the city You can start, start to hear the countryside Sounds nothing like guns, let me tell you son Sounds just like a beautiful woman crying Yeah baby if you listen, listen closely Can't you hear, can't you hear the tears flowing from her eyes Like a rain it keep on, keep on, keep on blowing Just blowing, blowing down the mountain side When she comes to embrace you Got to heed, heed that call son If you try to ignore it Deep down, it's going to burn you up Life will never ever quite be the same When you learn to hear the wind call your name Beck and call to you And your heart Lord, tells you, the winds speaks the gospel truth Yes your heart tells you, the winds speaks the gospel truth