Oh Cumberland Lyrics - The Dreaming Fields - Matraca Berg

Fire on the asphalt, L.A. freeway 

Santa Anna windstorm come blow me away 

This rear-view mirror could use some adjustment 

Some other reflection, some other place 

Oh Cumberland, I'm a faithful son 

No matter where I run, I hear you calling me 

Mississippi's wide and long, St. Paul to New Orleans 

But my heart's resting on your banks in Tennessee 

Lazy old river, not a lick of ambition 

You get to Kentucky then you roll on home 

If you were a highway, you wouldn't go nowhere 

And I wouldn't be lost out here all alone 

Oh Cumberland, I'm a faithful son 

No matter where I run, I hear you calling me 

Mississippi's wide and long, St. Paul to New Orleans 

But my heart's resting on your banks in Tennessee 

There's a stolen river in the San Fernando 

Down in the valley in the shadow of greed 

But I have a memory knee deep in salvation 

Of that old muddy water that once washed me clean 

Oh Cumberland, I'm a faithful son 

No matter where I run, I hear you calling me 

Mississippi's wide and long, St. Paul to New Orleans 

But my heart's resting on your banks in Tennessee