The Backbone…

I was born on the Backbone,
The backbone of this land.
Born on the backbone,
Taught me how to take a stand.

I’ve got those Arkansas roots,
Running through my soul.
Nightshade blooming in the moon,
And warm dirt upon the floor.

Take me to the country,
Let me set among the trees,
Feel the wind a blowin’
Bringing me to my knees.

It’s the Backbone calling,
It’s calling me home once more.
It’s breathing hot and heavy,
It’s searching for my soul.

CAWatson

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