YYC BNA - Paul Brandt

This ol' ticket took me farther

Than just some other place

To Demonbreun and Old Hickory

And down the Natchez Trace

Calgary’s northern lights to fireflies

Mason-Dixon from the Great Divide

Boy, you ain’t from round here

Tell me, where do you call home?

You might not like to get back

Makes the body feel alone

Started leaving when I got there

And part of me is still wonderin' why

Steel belts on the asphalt

Taking me to play to some place tonight

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Cowtown down to Music City

Those Broadway lights sure sparkle pretty

Tootsies Cross to Captain Ryman stage

Paintin' by the numbers ain’t everything it seems

But all of y’all in Nashville were always good to me

Make the rounds on Music Row

The more things change the more they stay the same

Get to church on Sunday

Bless your heart, we’ll see you there

Wisteria and honeysuckle fill the morning there

Go on down to the river but the mighty Cumberland

Can’t hear you pray

Kananaskis calling, made me feel closer to God anyway

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Blue Ridge from the Rocky Mountains

I left for Tennessee doubting

I’d ever be Alberta-bound again

Can’t say which one is home

Or where the feeling has gone

So I’ll head up to visit some old map dot

Damn, oh-oh, oh

YYC, BNA

Wild roses to magnolias

Pleased to meet ya, good to know ya

Once you take that trip you ain’t coming back the same