From: Ugo Piomelli
{title:Memories of East Texas}
{st:Michelle Shocked}
M[G]emories of East Texas and those pi[C]ne-green rolling hi[D]lls
C[G]overed in the springtime with go[C]lden daffodi[D]ls
Ro[C]wing on Sandy la[D]ke come April, ha[G]rvesting h[Bm]ay in J[Em]une
Si[C]tting by the road watching wellfires burn by an o[D7]ld October moon
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I[C] learned to drive on those East[D] Texas red clay b[G]ackroads
And I m[C]ean to tell you my fri[D]end they weren’t no e[G]asy roads
You had to w[C]atch out for all the c[D]urves d[G]own by Ke[Bm]lsey C[Em]reek
And d[C]etour through the Lindsay’s pasture when the waters ran too d[D]eep
Memories of East Texas and of Gilmer, county seat of Upshur
Looking back and asking myself «What the hell did you let them break your spirit for?»
Their lives ran in circles so small, they thought they’d seen it all
And they couldn’t make a place for a girl who’d seen the ocean
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But those memories of East Texas and those pine-green rolling hills
Covered in the springtime with wild daffodils
Sitting in those Piney woods, playing my guitar
Thinking back on the roads I’d come, thinking I had not come that far
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