Where I Come From - Patty Griffin

Where I come from

It’s a land of many islands

Two rivers run to the east and to the west

Wanted to run far away as I could as fast as I could get

No matter where I’ve been

Can’t escape who I am or forget

Where I come from

Paint is peeling all the time

Winter’s long, gets into your boots

The river runs high and wild

High and wild in the springtime

Stories come through our faded little town

When the sun shines

Veterans

The veterans of all the past wars

Sit outside on a Sunday afternoon

The mills closed down long ago

So we’re way past unemployment

A good bad joke somebody told on our town

For their enjoyment

The September sun

Colors boldly flying

Pretty reds, orange, gold, and brown

Most beautiful as the light is dying

Most beautiful as the day goes down