Lake Superior Home
I was born where the shores are rocky
And your breath freezes down in your lungs
I worked with my hands bout as long as I could stand
And learned to sing these old country songs
Lord knows I was made to ramble
Hearing tales of the California sea
Soon as I hit land I wrote my name in the sand
And wandered beneath the Redwood trees
Sometimes the wind would touch lightly
But the chill ran down to my bones
That's when I know, she called for me
And I longed for my Lake Superior Home
Smoke began to fog my mind
So I hitchhiked down to Mississippi
I picked at honky tonks for whiskey all night long
But the bright lights they called to me
So I took my leave up to New York City
Just searching for a brand new start
But it ain't no place to wear a country boy's shoes
And a shell wrapped tight around my heart
Oh dear mother what I have I done
Forsaken my very own soul
There's only one thing I have left to do
As my bones grow weary and old
Now here I stand where I came from
With my hair near gray as the sky
And I know I am done with my ramblin
It was here where I was born to die
And when the wind touches lightly
But the chill runs down to my bones
That's when I know, I'm where I belong
At rest in my Lake Superior Home
Oh, at rest in my Lake Superior Home
And your breath freezes down in your lungs
I worked with my hands bout as long as I could stand
And learned to sing these old country songs
Lord knows I was made to ramble
Hearing tales of the California sea
Soon as I hit land I wrote my name in the sand
And wandered beneath the Redwood trees
Sometimes the wind would touch lightly
But the chill ran down to my bones
That's when I know, she called for me
And I longed for my Lake Superior Home
Smoke began to fog my mind
So I hitchhiked down to Mississippi
I picked at honky tonks for whiskey all night long
But the bright lights they called to me
So I took my leave up to New York City
Just searching for a brand new start
But it ain't no place to wear a country boy's shoes
And a shell wrapped tight around my heart
Oh dear mother what I have I done
Forsaken my very own soul
There's only one thing I have left to do
As my bones grow weary and old
Now here I stand where I came from
With my hair near gray as the sky
And I know I am done with my ramblin
It was here where I was born to die
And when the wind touches lightly
But the chill runs down to my bones
That's when I know, I'm where I belong
At rest in my Lake Superior Home
Oh, at rest in my Lake Superior Home
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Giardino
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