From the album Sixteen Winters

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Lyrics

There’s a scissor-tailed bird on a telephone wire
Sun’s going down and the sky’s on fire
It ain’t rained in the county in fifty eight days
Wouldn’t do much good now anyways
Half would stick in the mud and the rest would drown
Ain’t enough dirt left to hold the cotton down
It all dried up with the lakes and streams
Blew away one night with the farmer’s dreams

I was eighteen when I moved away
I came back twice but I never could stay
By the spring of ’94 I was gone for good
Left the town and the memories stacked like wood

Everybody needs a home
I lost mine a long time ago
Lot of good people ‘round my hometown but my train was on a different track
If it’s true what they say and I never can go back
Guess I’m gonna have to live with that

Well I spent a lot of time in the rock and roll bands
Watched a lot of good things slip though my hands
Was supposed to be a whole lot different by now
Tried to keep it all together but I never knew how
All I ever really wanted was a place to be
Where I could stop loving people who could never love me

Everybody needs a home
I lost mine a long time ago
Lot of good people all the places I’ve been but my train was on a different track
If it’s true what they say and I never can go back
Well I think that I can live with that

I hit Cleveland fifteen years ago
Where the summer go fast and the winters go slow
I’ve got three good kids and a really good wife
Could have done a lot worse with the rest of my life

Everybody needs a home
I lost mine a long time ago
Lot of good people all the places I’ve been but my train was on a different track
If it’s true what they say and I never can go back
Well I think that I can live with that