Original song by Amanda Grace Schiano
Lyrics:
I made it up to Dawsonville.
Up highway 9 and I'm breathing still.
With a cross around my neck and my old guitar. I never really thought I'd get this far.
Next, I'm on to Birmingham.
Not my very first choice, but it's where I am.
I hope the people like my songs.
I pray to God they'll sing along.
(Chorus:)
Take me to the Everglades.
To my home, to the very place.
Where I learned to strum this old guitar, where I learned to play to the beat of my heart.
My daddy bought me my first guitar.
It was pink and white with a soundhole heart.
He said "use this girl, use it right. "
"To sing your songs and fight your fight. "
(Chorus:)
Take me to the Everglades.
To my home, to the very place.
Where I learned to strum this old guitar, where I learned to play to the beat of my heart.
My very best friend is the ghost of me.
We've been on the run since '63
Off to war, is the one she loves.
Now in two different ways, we're on the run.
10 years later and I'm running still.
Just made my way up to Dawsonville.
Hope the people like my songs, pray to God they'll sing along.
(Chorus:)
Take me to the Everglades.
To my home, to the very place.
Where I learned to strum this old guitar, the pink and white one with the sound hole heart
Take me to the Everglades.
To my home, to the very place.
Where I learned to strum this old guitar, where I learned to play to the beat of my heart.
19 май 2019
