well, I went down to Houston
and I stopped in San Antone
I passed up the station for the bus
was trying to find me something
but I wasnt sure just what
Man, I ended up with pockets full of dust
So i went on to Cleveland
and ended up insane
I bought a borrowed suit
and learned to dance
and I was spending money
like the way it likes to rain
Man, I ended up with pockets full of cane
Oh, my sweet Carolina
what compels me to go
Oh, my sweet disposition
may you one day carry me home
I ain't never been to Vegas
but i gambled all my life
building newsprint boats
I raced to suit a man
trying to find me something
but I wasnt sure just what
funny how they say that some things never change
Oh, my sweet Carolina
what compels me to go
Oh, my sweet disposition
may you one day carry me home
Well up here in the city
it feels like things are closing in
the sunset's just my lightbulb burnin' out
I miss Kentucky and I miss my family
Oh the sweetest winds
they blow across the South
Oh, my sweet disposition
May you one day carry me home
May you one day carry me home
Sometimes a song takes you to a place that you haven't visited in a while. And sometimes it takes to a frequent establishment...somewhere you feel at home. I feel at home here. Hiding in the pictures in my mind. I've come to realize that no matter how long you live somewhere it doesn't always become home. I miss home.
A few weeks ago I crossed the Ohio River heading south. And a pervading feeling of closeness swept over me. Something is different I tell you, whether or not your deaf ears realize. The sweetest winds really do blow across the South. From the rolling grassy hills of Kentucky to the pine savannahs of Georgia there is a comfort in the south; a familiarity that isn't found anywhere else for me. As much as my dreams are big and my hopes are bigger, the South keeps calling me home. Come back home. And, I think I need to start listening.
Connemara's Rising is solely a division of David Brunner's Intellectual gifts.
© 2004 David Brunner
