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brian burns - along old fence lines lyrics

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along old fence lines
truth rings like the music of a mockingbird,
where a man is still as worthy as his word…
along old fence lines.
and i see my grandpa resting by that old artesian well,
ah, there’s watermelon dripping down my chin,
the ladies in their finest dresses coming out for church,
and so i guess it must be wednesday evening…
along old fence lines.

across old bridges
are fragments of a world that didn’t turn so fast,
but if you were headed somewhere, friend, they’d let you past…
across old bridges.
and i see those kids on shetland ponies out near clifton’s store,
the old men playing checkers by the gate,
and haggard’s singin’ “mama tried” somewhere along the dial,
and i believe it must be about 1968…
across old bridges.

there’s a place between this two-lane highway and the past,
where old friends p-ss gently through my mind.
i see them for a moment, then they slowly slip away,
and melt back through the distant lens of time,
along old fence lines…
across old bridges…
beside old rail yards…
along old fence lines.

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