Cool Mountain Air
I was driving up the mountain to visit my brother and I remarked to my mother who was driving that the air must have dropped about 20 degrees halfway up. It was very chilly, and I guess this song sorta floated in on the wind, as the entire time at my brother's house I was looking to write this chorus down before I forgot it. The rest of the song built around that, and I'm really thrilled about the final result and how this came out in the end. This is a situation a lot of rural/southern people go through. People close to us don't feel stuck to the land; they feel drawn to the big city. We often wish they'd come on home, where they belong.
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In den Warenkorb
Wunschliste
Raised in a little holler
Next to a church
She always saw past the horizon
Where the fiddles don't echo
And the pines don't whine
And the creek's no risk of drying
By 23, she was out, set to see the sights
And now I'm hoping she just might...
(Chorus)
Come home to Kentucky, baby
It's where your heart belongs
Had enough of the bluegrass, coal mines
And the man who did you wrong
And when the world you longed to explore
Doesn't treat you like it should
Come home to Kentucky, baby
Cool mountain air might do you good
In a red Monte Carlo
I took her hand
And I squeezed and dreamed and pleaded
For her to stay with me
And raise a family
But I wasn't what she needed
I take the blame for chasing her away
If I'd a-been better she'd a-stayed...
(Chorus)
A bright post card came
With boxed gray buildings
Said she missed us, but wasn't homesick
Her mama stopped by
She scowled and said
"Our baby's happy now, and that's it"
But I don't know if I'm okay with that
I've spent half my life wantin' her back...
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
And she might be gone
But for so long
I've felt her linger in my soul
She don't belong out there
The cool mountain air
Whispers her name when it blows
(Chorus)
So come home to Kentucky, baby
Cool mountain air might do you good
© Brian Hendrix 2020
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