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[ti:La Grande]
[ar:Laura Gibson]
[al:La Grande]
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[00:00.000]La Grande - Laura Gibson
[00:09.684]When the moon carves a trail
[00:12.123]Down the pine bearded hills
[00:14.470]And a ghost wind hollers to the early morn
[00:19.307]And the starlings return to
[00:21.816]The old sugar mill
[00:24.505]Stealing their corn from the grower's field
[00:29.124]Oh I'll be no more
[00:38.612]When we've covered our hands
[00:40.980]In the bone white clay
[00:43.400]And we've shaken the dust
[00:45.529]From every boot and spur
[00:48.108]We have counted our days
[00:50.617]In planks and rails
[00:52.915]We have kept our spirits
[00:55.415]In the dancing halls
[00:57.785]Oh I'll be no more
[01:17.041]When a cold corner stage in
[01:19.849]The back of the room
[01:22.098]Holds a house band carrying an orphan tune
[01:26.744]I would swing I would sway
[01:29.392]I would pull my hips
[01:31.921]To the sad chorus playing on the overheads
[01:36.807]Oh I'll be no more
[01:46.254]Oh I'll be no more
[01:56.893]Still to this day
[01:58.711]I can hear the whistle blow
[02:01.261]I can smell the sage burn
[02:04.461]I may be as old and stubborn as a pine
[02:09.189]But I am just as wild as the young
[02:45.846]When a ribbon is curved round
[02:48.565]The blue shadowed hills
[02:50.694]And the hot steel is humming
[02:53.123]Down the Union Line
[02:55.963]Whip thin hickory black tap tapping
[03:00.302]Our sad faced chatter into rhythm and rhyme
[03:05.182]Oh I'll be no more
[03:14.800]Oh I'll be no more