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Back Porch Patreon Session #3: Hometown (working title)
Hometown (working title) by Nora Jane Struthers Folks 'round here don't know nothin' about Paris They don't care if the Tower of Pisa leans They talk about the duck, the geese, pheasant They sing about the wind and rain I rise with the sun in the morning I do my chores just like a good girl should At night I lay awake and imagine That I'm far from this house, these fields and woods Oh, I wish I knew what it means to belong Oh, I wish I felt at home in my home town I've mined the memories of strangers Who dine with us at night when they pass by Tales of broken pride, of love and danger I draw their stories brightly in my mind Oh, I wish I knew what it means to belong Oh, I wish I felt at home in my home town I'm saving up to buy myself a pony As soon as I am old enough I'll ride This split rail fence aint strong enough to hold me There's a big world waiting on the other side Oh, I wish I knew what it means to belong Oh, I wish I felt at home in my home town