| Fire on the asphalt, L.A. freeway
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| Santa Anna windstorm come blow me away
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| This rear-view mirror could use some adjustment
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| Some other reflection, some other place
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| Oh Cumberland, I’m a faithful son
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| No matter where I run, I hear you calling me
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| Mississippi’s wide and long, St. Paul to New Orleans
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| But my heart’s resting on your banks in Tennessee
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| Lazy old river, not a lick of ambition
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| You get to Kentucky then you roll on home
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| If you were a highway, you wouldn’t go nowhere
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| And I wouldn’t be lost out here all alone
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| Oh Cumberland, I’m a faithful son
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| No matter where I run, I hear you calling me
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| Mississippi’s wide and long, St. Paul to New Orleans
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| But my heart’s resting on your banks in Tennessee
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| There’s a stolen river in the San Fernando
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| Down in the valley in the shadow of greed
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| But I have a memory knee deep in salvation
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| Of that old muddy water that once washed me clean
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| Oh Cumberland, I’m a faithful son
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| No matter where I run, I hear you calling me
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| Mississippi’s wide and long, St. Paul to New Orleans
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| But my heart’s resting on your banks in Tennessee |