I fell head first without permission
Into the horizon open wide
Where I will not be forsaken
Underneath that big old ramblin'
sky
I've been north to the hill
of three waters
Where they mingle and divide
Each flows down to it's own
sweet destiny
Underneath the big old ramblin'
sky
I know a farm down in the red
dirt country
Where magnetic properties
reside
And there may be a pathway
into the hollow earth
Underneath that big old ramblin'
sky
You ask me why my feet are
tappin'
I've got a twinkle in my eye
Maybe baby it's 'cause I'm
happy yes indeed
Underneath this big old ramblin'
sky
Marco Giunco |
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