Our Hometown

These roads will take me back home
To the blazing, crimson sky
The smell of fresh bread from the bakery
All of my friends gathered up

A gust of win blows, please tell my friends
My soul will return to the sky above our hometown
White clouds float across, please tell my friends
My bones will be buried in the earth under our hometown

Leave the gates wide open, I'll be there
Swing your chair, darlin
You'll know when I'll be there
On the rock, brave eagles flying ahead
Tilt your hats off friends I'll see you again

High above is the grey sky
High above is the grey grey sky
These roads will take me back home
Sticks and stones won't bury my bones