Stowaway Jam

They followed me to Tennessee in a stolen bronco
In a lorry crammed of tea chests
I was ducking under quilts and cargo

Hidden in the dark
I began to recollect old images of home
Hidden in the dark
I began to recollect old images of home

There was a green bluff that stretched
For roughly one and a quarter mile long
There was a sad stump settled
Where the oak tree once belonged
A Victorian house on the corner
That I always wanted to live in,
Or so I thought...
Now that's all gone...
Or so my absence makes it seem-
All gone, or at least to me...

Hidden in the dark
I began to recollect old images of home
Hidden in the dark
I began to recollect old images of home

Daft decisions between right and wrong
There was hazardous roads all around
Reckon there was another verse in this song
But I forgot to write that last one down

They followed me to Tennessee in a stolen bronco
In a lorry crammed of tea chests
I was ducking under quilts and cargo

(Spoken)
How strange you think it's funny now
'Cause I don't



Credits
Writer(s): Jakob Sorensen
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