Salt In the Air

Salt in the air and the fumes from the factories
Back to the town where my memories chase after me
I can hide but I can't run
To them I'll always be that son of a bitch in the wind
Son of bitch who left when

His dad was sunk; his momma's thread was thin

I'm not proud of what I done
A pack of guilt that weighs two tons
I took I-10 towards that Mobile sun Chased it down
Like a bandit on the run Until it set around Houston
Until it set around Houston
Cleared and burdened by the sins of the fathers Bathed in whiskey
Wine God knows never water What was I supposed say?
How would I receive that stay or absolution? Wasn't waiting to listen
The phone's not ringing and the governor ain't in
I'm not proud of what I done
A pack of guilt that weighs two tons
I took I-10 towards that Mobile sun Chased it down
Like a bandit on the run Until it set around Houston
Until it set around Houston
I'm not proud of what I've done
A pack of guilt that weighs two tons
I took I-10 towards that Mobile sun Chased it down
Like a bandit on the run Until it set around Houston
Until it set me in Houston



Credits
Writer(s): James Taylor
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