From the sky we look so organized and brave
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Walls that make up barricades and graves
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Daddy's little empire built by hands and built by slaves
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From the sky we look so organized and brave
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In the heat I saw you rising from the dirt
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Drunken tears and tugging at your skirt
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If only you could tell me then what part of you got hurt
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In the heat I saw you rising from the dirt
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Take my hand, baby we're over land
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I know flying over water makes you cry
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Where's that liquor cart?
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Maybe we shouldn't start
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But I can't for the life of me say why
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From the sky the highway's straight as it could be
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A string pulled tight from home to Tennessee
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And still somehow those ditches took a better part of me
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From the sky the highway's straight as it could be
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Take my hand, baby we're over land
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I know flying over water makes you cry
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Been in the sky so long
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Feels like a long way home
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But I can't for the life of me say why
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Do we leave our love behind?
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Would we leave our love behind?
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Did we leave our love behind?
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Would we leave our love behind?
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Take my hand, baby we're over land
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I know flying over water makes you cry
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Been in the sky so long
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Seems like the long way home
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But I can't for the life of me say why
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Did we leave our love behind?
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Did we leave our love behind?
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Flying Over Water
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| Jason Isbell |
