Where The Green Grass Grows

Jess Leary & Craig Wiseman

Six lanes, taillights,
Red ants marchin' into the the night,
They disappear to the left and right again,
Another supper from a sack,
A ninety-nine cent heart attack,
I got a poundin' head and an achin' back,
And the Camel's buried in a big straw stack.

CHORUS:
I'm gonna live where the green grass grows,
Watch my corn pop up in rows,
Every night be tucked in close, to you,
Raise our kids where the Good Lord's blessed,
Point our rockin' chairs to'rds the West,
Plant our dreams where the peaceful river flows,
Where the green grass grows.

Well, I'm from a map dot,
A stop sign on a blacktop,
I caught the first bus I could hop from there,
But all of this glitter is getting dark,
There's concrete growin' in a city park,
I don't know who my neighbours are,
There's bars on the corners, and bars on my heart.

CHORUS x 2

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