Jason Lenyer Buchanan - Crooked Rivers

Sittin' on the fence in a lonesome land
Looking at the stars, searching for a friend
There are times when the world feels a mile away
No one asks the devil for a perfect day
Now the sun coming up across the hills
'Neath the clouds, like a blanket, sleeping in
When the crow through the sky flies alone against the wind
Who can find long straight lines, but crooked rivers
Standing in the sun with a view for miles
Over the horizon, people livin' different lives
How's it come that a mother raised a fist against a son
You can raise 'em how you want, gotta love 'em how they are
Let the rain settle down where it will
And the wind like a mistress o'er the hills
When a man builds a fence, wilderness is in a prison
He'll leave behind long straight lines and crooked rivers
Now the sun is coming up across the hills
'Neath the clouds, like a blanket, sleeping in
When a crow through the sky flies alone against the wind
Who can find long straight lines, but crooked rivers
Let the rain settle down where it will
And the wind like a mistress o'er the hills
When a man builds a fence, wilderness is in a prison
He'll leave behind long straight lines and crooked rivers
Ooh, ooh, ooh
He'll leave behind long straight lines and crooked rivers
Who can find long straight lines, but crooked rivers

Written by:
Jason Buchanan

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