Letra de Where I Come From

Where I come from It's a land of many islands Two rivers run to the east and to the west Wanted to run far away as I could as fast as I could get No matter where I've been Can't escape who I am or forget Where I come from Paint is peeling all the time Winter's long, gets into your boots The river runs high and wild High and wild in the springtime Stories come through our faded little town When the sun shines Veterans The veterans of all the past wars Sit outside on a Sunday afternoon The mills closed down long ago So we're way past unemployment A good bad joke somebody told on our town For their enjoyment The September sun Colors boldly flying Pretty reds, orange, gold, and brown Most beautiful as the light is dying Most beautiful as the day goes down