Cette femme est merveilleuse. C'est une grande dame,, chanteuse, compositrice, conteuse,, actrice ,productrice,...une femme orchestre avec un❤ grand comme le ciel. C'est magique.
Hahaha she reminded me all the post office workers fixing One another all night Long for hot bedroom and next day they rent from court to court for sexual harassment. I really don't care for all this. People can do whatever they want as long as they respect somebody else's freedom. But I care about the judges. Don't lie and you know the truth. Don't kill people and you know the truth
The point of this song is that when the plane crashed in 1948 the news said the passengers were "Just deportees". A few years ago Tim Hernandez did research on this song (years of research) and was actually able to get the deportees names and he wrote a book about it called "All they will call you" i would like to read that book.
I first heard this song in the 1980's when I was under 18. I've never forgotten the power of this song. It taught me coming to the USA despite approved to emigrate doesn't make you feel. It just make you desperate based on your circumstanced.
You oughta go north somebody told us 'Cause the air is filled with gold dust And fortune falls like snowflakes in your hands Now I don't recall you said it But we'd spnd our lives on credit So we just headed out to find our promised land Just poor smoky mountain farm folk With nothing more than high hopes So we hitched our station wagon to a star But our dreams all fell in on us 'Cause there was no land of promise And it's a stuggle keepin' sight of who you are Oh and these northern nights are dreary And my southern heart is weary As I wonder how the old folks are back home But I know that they all love me and I know they're thinking of me Smoky mountain memories keep me strong Ya know I've been thinkin' just a whole lot lately About what's been and what awaits me It takes all I've got to give what life demands Oh you go insane if you give in to it Life's a mill and rather I've been through it I'm just thankful I'm creative with my hands Oh and these northern nights they're dreary These are southern eyes teary As I wonder how the old folks are back home But I'll keep leanin' on my Jesus To love and guide and lead us Smoky mountain memories keep me strong If I'll keep lookin' to the Father He'll keep my head above the water
