Tony Logue

Lyrics

CINNAMON BLONDE

THERE’S A LONESOME BREEZE BLOWIN’ THROUGH THESE ALABAMA PINES
AND I’M GOING TO CAROLINA WHERE MY LADY SLEEPS TONIGHT.
THIS OL’ PAINT ROCK RIVER, LORD IT’S DARK AND IT’S DEEP
BUT MY GIRL’S IN BRYSON CITY, AND MY HEART IS HERS TO KEEP.

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AND I SMELL HER ON THE AIR AND I HEAR HER SWEET VOICE CALLING ME
HER CINNAMON BLONDE HAIR, SHE’S ON MY MIND, LORD SHE’S ON MY MIND TONIGHT

NOW SHE’S WAITING AT THE ALTER IN HER ROSE COVERED SASH, YEAH SHE’S WAITING AT THE ALTER, HER WHITE DRESS HAS TURNED TO ASH.
NOW I CURSE THE DAY THIS WORKIN’ TOOK ME SO FAR AWAY, AND I CURSE THE DAY I WAS LEAVIN’, HOW I WISH TO GOD I’D STAYED.

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GONNA PICK HER UP THIS EVENING, GONNA TAKE HER BACK WITH ME. I’M GONNA TAKE MY LOVIN’ LADY BACK TO THE HILLS OF TENNESSEE. UP ON THAT HIGH TOP MOUNTAIN, WHERE THE CROWS AND SPARROWS FLY, UP ON THAT HIGH TOP MOUNTAIN, TURN MY LADY TOWARDS THE SKY.

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