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  1. North Mississippi

From the recording The Place That You Call Home

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Lyrics

Down south in North Mississippi, they have tall skinny trees that straddle the edges of bridges resembling your knees, and I can’t stop thinking about the choices that we made and how welcome you felt, how welcome you felt back at our old hideaway. Hideaway, hideaway, hideaway. And there’s a lake to the right and a sunset to my left. I keep driving north unsettled and restless.

It seems the storm beat me to it, must have passed recently. All the trees that scatter the ground are still holding on to green leaves, and what a shame to only see the spring for just a moment before the wind rushes through, the wind rushes through leaving you fallen and broke in two, broken too, broke in two, broken too. And there’s a church on a hill and another being built. I keep driving north, unsettled and full of guilt.

Down south in North Mississippi, they have tall skinny trees that straddle the edges of bridges resembling your knees.