Lately, I’ve been dreaming, often
of forgotten ways of life
Like the change to George (Magnificent) Amberson’s
Midland City, in its slide
Till I sit under your stars
where I can sweetly sing lovely songs
Come and strum on your guitar
and we can, somehow, again, belong
Take me to the Mississippi
it’s a much, much different life
Let me be where Huckleberry Finn lived
Muddy River, turn back time
Till I sit under your stars
where I can sweetly sing lovely songs
Come and strum on your guitar
and we can, somehow, again, belong
‘Cause I don’t belong, anymore
Some civilizations come and go, but this one lasts forever
Soon, I’ll meet a Southern belle who’s
far away, where honor thrives
Let me stare at Scarlett O’Hara
Lovely Tara, you won’t die
Till I sit under your stars
where I can sweetly sing lovely songs
Come and strum on your guitar
and we can, somehow, again, belong
Keep on trusting, because some things last forever
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