An Old Familiar Wind
Leaving the foot hills of Ohio
The farm life
My family
Wasn't hard to do
I knew I could make a difference
and to myself I had to prove
It was 1983
I felt so alive
The sweet smell of magnolias
filled the gentle breeze
I moved from town to town, city to city
Just trying to aid the poor and speak of hope and life
But rarely did that old mill town I first went to escape my mind
A slower pace, a friendly face, a nice southern draw, endless to me in time
As my adolescence now is fading fast
but the gentle breezes caress me now with a chill in the air
Oh, those whistles blow on down the tracks
Yet in my mind I travel to a time so fair
Sweet magnolias and muskidine wine,
boiled peanuts for a dollar at a road side stand
Southern hospitality,Yes Ma’am and No Sir
And the Braves are going to do it again!
They said I had to come back home
Sometimes It feels I'm in exile here
Its a good place to be from I know
With the brutal winter approaching
The Doctor said I need a warmer climate
but the kids are settled here
One day I will make my break away from this place
To an old familiar wind~ and breathe it in
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