Verse #1:
Everyone’s dreamed of this place
But maybe we’ve only flown over
A heart-land of whiskey and rye
We found we drank ourselves sober
Coal cars rust in the yard
Smoke stacks no longer bellow
The only sign left of this town
Busted broken Odd Fellows
Chorus #1:
Between Memphis and the 4th of July
Covered with fresh fallen snow
there’s a hot cup of coffee and a warm apple pie
at a diner where everyone goes
in a small town that nobody knows
Snow tires tread through the Winter
Hear Spring’s mating call
Rest on your laurels in Summer
passing on grid-irons in Fall
Freedom flows from the mountains
Come on let’s go a ride
On trains that roll into sunsets
On prairies a million miles wide..
Chorus #2:
Between Memphis and the 4th of July
Covered with fresh fallen snow
there’s a hot cup of coffee and a warm apple pie
at a diner where everyone goes
in a small town that nobody knows
Musical part
Tag:
Everyone’s dreamed of this place
But maybe we’ve only flown over
Copyright 2021 Moss/Meredith
Banyan Music, BMI
