Track byNitty Gritty Dirt Band
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