White Crosses from Odd Birds by The Raventones

these mountains ain't high
but they're straight up and down
it's many dark miles
to the nearest small town
where the neon is glowing
red white and blue
good friends are waiting to buy a cold one for you

this river ain't wide but she's rocky straight down
and this road wraps around her like a rough wedding gown
the bridegroom is coming, too hard and too fast
her kiss is a cold one, it will be his last

white crosses on the hiway
red roses in the ditch
if promises were nickels this whole valley 'd be rich
but the girls are still waiting
for the boys to come home
even when they're together
they're always alone

these mountains ain't high
but they're straight up and down
its about sixteen dark miles
to the nearest small town
where the neon is glowing
red white and blue
good friends are waiting to that last round for you

white crosses on the highway
brown bottles in the ditch
if good intentions were nickels this whole valley 'd be rich
but the girls are still waiting
for the boys to come home
but after that last call
she'll always be alone

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