Eight More Miles
Claire Lynch, Laurie Lewis, Lynn Morris & Rhonda Vincent
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8 more miles and I'll be home,
Back in your grace where I belong.
Tonight I'm sleeping in my own bed,
With my blue tic feather pillow underneath my head.
I feel the wheels, over 65.
I don't know when I've felt so alive.
8 more miles, 8 more miles,
And I'll be home.
Since I've been gone everything's changed.
There's been 2 weeks of steady rain.
Dogwood's blooming pink and white,
And that doggone smell of new born grass is everywhere tonight.
Sweet southern south I never knew,
Just how much I could miss you.
8 more miles, 8 more miles,
And I'll be home.
I've crossed the Rockies on a silver train.
I've walked through Ballard in the pouring rain.
I've met strangers I've come to love.
I've played bluegrass with the Chieftains in the Dublin hotel pubs.
Oh and I dearly love these memories,
But all that matters right now is me,
8 more miles, 8 more miles,
And I'll be home.
8 more miles, 8 more miles,
And I'll be home.