Freakwater - South of Cinncinati lyrics
[Freakwater - South of Cinncinati lyrics]
If you ever get south of Cincinnati
Down where the dogwood trees grow
If you ever get south of the Mason-Dixon
To the home you left so long ago
If you ever get south of the Ohio River
Down where Dixieland begins
If you ever get south of Cincinnati
I'll be yours again
She pulled the letter from the
Pages of her Bible
And a rose pressed inside the book of Luke
For fourteen years she'd write each
Day but keep it hidden
Refused to even speak his name
But still she wrote
If you ever get south of Cincinnati
Down where the dogwood trees grow
If you ever get south of the Mason-Dixon
To the home you left so long ago
If you ever get south of the Ohio River
Down where Dixieland begins
If you ever get south of Cincinnati
I'll be yours again
At a cold gray apartment in Chicago
A cigarette drowns inside a glass of gin
He lies there drunk
But it don't matter drunk or sober
He'll never read the words that
Pride won't let her send
If you ever get south of Cincinnati
Down where the dogwood trees grow
If you ever get south of the Mason-Dixon
To the home you left so long ago
If you ever get south of the Ohio River
Down where Dixieland begins
If you ever get south of Cincinnati
I'll be yours again
Down where the dogwood trees grow
If you ever get south of the Mason-Dixon
To the home you left so long ago
If you ever get south of the Ohio River
Down where Dixieland begins
If you ever get south of Cincinnati
I'll be yours again
She pulled the letter from the
Pages of her Bible
And a rose pressed inside the book of Luke
For fourteen years she'd write each
Day but keep it hidden
Refused to even speak his name
But still she wrote
If you ever get south of Cincinnati
Down where the dogwood trees grow
If you ever get south of the Mason-Dixon
To the home you left so long ago
If you ever get south of the Ohio River
Down where Dixieland begins
If you ever get south of Cincinnati
I'll be yours again
At a cold gray apartment in Chicago
A cigarette drowns inside a glass of gin
He lies there drunk
But it don't matter drunk or sober
He'll never read the words that
Pride won't let her send
If you ever get south of Cincinnati
Down where the dogwood trees grow
If you ever get south of the Mason-Dixon
To the home you left so long ago
If you ever get south of the Ohio River
Down where Dixieland begins
If you ever get south of Cincinnati
I'll be yours again
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