Lyrics:
I remember it all started in 1929 when me and Diana came to Alaska
To homestead some of this free government land
Forty mile from the nearest
John, Nick and Laurie
The No Jets Construction
For setting me down a homestead on the farm
Mud Slide
I'm depending upon you
Mud Slide Slim
as they kissed their boy goodbye
I wonder how the old folks are at home
Just the village and the homestead on the farm
And the mother's love there to keep
knife (in a car jam)
In homesteads of cigar box
The radios hive like bees
The body in the icebox
Has no date for freeze (in a car jam)
(In a car jam)
stood by her bedside, those last few moments
I lived my childhood again
I thought of you, Brother and of the old homestead
And my tears, they fell like
Nestled in the heart of the Tennessee Hills
There neat the pines midst the rocks and the rills
There stands my old homestead of long long ago
It
John, Nick and Laurie
The No Jets Construction
For setting me down a homestead on the farm
Mud Slide
I'm depending upon you
Mud Slide Slim
Hills
Mist peaceful pines midst the rocks and the rills
There stands my old homestead of long, long ago
It brings back fond mem'ries of the one I loved so
I walked across the bridge to the island
And sat down in the grass by the old homestead
I listened to the song of the cicadas
And thought about
Well they say a part of Rachel died
The day her true love took his life
She stayed on at the old homestead
And sleeps alone in a cold, cold bed
She
behind you like a bad dream
You got a flat on Anzac Highway And Lawson on your shelf
Its a Southern Comfort, air-conditioned rage
Where a homestead's more
dies
But my heart is on the mountains of my home
I can see the little homestead on the hill
I can hear the magic music of the Rhyl
There is nothing
rains.
Thinking back to the dream they had.
Jack and Jill.
Jack the lad.
Homestead.
Home free.
How about leaving some for me?
Let's bathe in
It all started in 1929 me and Diana had gone to Alaska
To homestead some of that free government land
Forty miles from the nearest gravel road we
bone
Now we're back at the homestead
Where the air makes you choke
And people don't know you
And trust is a joke
We don't even have pictures
Just
Lord
And it can't kill me
That old landlord got my homestead,
But he can't get me, Lord,
And he can't get me
That old dry spell killed my crop,
Nestled in the heart of the Tennessee Hills
There neat the pines midst the rocks and the rills
There stands my old homestead of long long ago
It
Nestled in the heart of the Tennessee hills
Midst peaceful pines Ã?'neath the rocks and the rills
There stands my old homestead of long years ago
And Miami loves me (that's right)
Damn, I love Miami (Dade County)
There's nothing like it, trust me (let's go)
Homestead got that get down
And Goulds,
She could never give up the
Homestead on the farm
Where they handed off tobacco in
The big tobacco barn
And the long straight rows that ran
From
see, let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see
All my niggas in the state, everybody goin' feds
Z shit, Opa-lock, 3rd Ave, Homestead
In the Pork
Father, where're the people, where're the homesteads gone?
And he said, Son, I'll be old until I die now
And then I will join our people in the sky
I am not
of the colonies
But still they wanted better than the rich
They built highways on the houses of the homesteads
It happened that way moving west.
If you have
man's family.
I see Indians that crawl through this mural that recalls our history.
Who were the homestead wives?
Who were the gold rush brides?
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