Pine Bluff by Caroline Parke

Well you're what I crave when I'm trucking for days
Behind-the-wheel all the views don't compete
When I'm steering south through Saddlebrooke and Branson
My heart's complete with the pedals under my feet

Pine Bluff - Pine Bluff - my heart’s laid out
Lazy bayous all around
Pine bluff my love I’m on my way to Jefferson
You are my one beloved








All the southern views they just remind me of you
But there's no purity in their morning dew
They don't satisfy all of my senses inside
Now I jus’ sit and drive keep your memory alive

When I arrive home, with nowhere to go
I settle in to grasses so low
A long inhale out it goes, I know I’m home
Checkered pain and tragic tales that my sad life holds, in….

• Folk
• acoustic country folk
• folk
• indi folk
• indie-folk
• Lloydminster