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

 

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Banyan Music, BMI

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