Like a bird caught in the ceiling can't find the sky, can't find the sky
Copyright 2018 Elliott
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Well, I been down to the sacred mound
the land I love, the land I love
I'm not from here, but I get strong here
when I come here, I belong here
Well, the stream's clear water might make you cry
and you don't know why, you won't know why
but in life we know that we're bound to try
bound to try, bound to try
Thought about moving to the city
with my woman and son, my woman and son
but when that river gets all through me
I get things done, you know I get things done
Well, I know my father can't find this town
'cause he don't come 'round, and he won't come round
well, I took my granddaughter to the river
to think things over in bear clover
Like a bird caught in the ceiling
can't find the sky, can't find the sky
with some fiber tape and some mortar
it'll work out fine, work out fine
I wonder what it is
everything you're into these days
Well, I took my granddaughter to the river
to watch the water and hear the water
in bear clover we think things over
we think things over
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