Kim Robin Edwards Poet Ballad

I'M Comin' Home

Well, I'm high on country music.
And my mind, it won't refuse it.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..

And I'm high on constellations.
Buddy, I've got relations.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..

Now, you see it your way.
And baby, I see it my way.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..

'Cause I'm high on country music.
And my mind, it won't refuse it.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..

And I'm high on constellations.
And buddy, I've got relations.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..

Now, you see it your way.
And baby, I see it my way.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..

'Cause I'm high on country music.
And my mind, it won't refuse it.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..

Country Music-Lyric By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1996,2014..ALL rights reserved..

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Sonya Kyle October 2, 2014 at 11:43 AM This is so very beautiful. I could see the grass blowing and the dust coming up the road. I could smell the wildflowers and see the light on. AND....SCENE!!! Bravo Kim!!!