Cheeeful stacks of smoke
From the red brick homes
Are waving down a winding two-lane road
Broke-down tobacco barns
Lean on empty farms
And i feel so far away in this car
From bluegrass meadows we used to roam
Where our troubles were left alone
Time she's a jealous thief
That preys on the weaknesses of everything
I feel so far away in this car

INVIA LE CORREZIONI