Eric Bibb - New Home lyrics
[Eric Bibb - New Home lyrics]
I’m buildin’ a new home
‘cross the county line
Up on a high hill where the view’s so fine
Down in the lowlands water
Taste like turpentine
I’m goin’ up the country where
It taste liked cherry wine
I made a piece of money, but I won’t say how
Bought my own forty acres –
My own mule an’ breakin’ plough
Bought my own forty acres –
Don’t have to scrape an’ bow
I’m buildin’ a new home
I heard a voice talkin’ like
A radio in my head
I’m about to tell you just what it said:
I’ll put your feet on solid ground, by an’ by
When the river gets to risin’
You’ll be high an’ dry
I’m buildin’ a new home
‘cross the county line
Up on a high hill where the view’s so fine
Up on a high hill –
Leave this ol’ shack behind
‘cross the county line
Up on a high hill where the view’s so fine
Down in the lowlands water
Taste like turpentine
I’m goin’ up the country where
It taste liked cherry wine
I made a piece of money, but I won’t say how
Bought my own forty acres –
My own mule an’ breakin’ plough
Bought my own forty acres –
Don’t have to scrape an’ bow
I’m buildin’ a new home
I heard a voice talkin’ like
A radio in my head
I’m about to tell you just what it said:
I’ll put your feet on solid ground, by an’ by
When the river gets to risin’
You’ll be high an’ dry
I’m buildin’ a new home
‘cross the county line
Up on a high hill where the view’s so fine
Up on a high hill –
Leave this ol’ shack behind