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Southern Cross

de Ron Pope

She was a hard, hard woman with a pilgrim soul
Had a face all lined from I don’t know
Where she has been
But now she’s here with me

We headed North on 29 through Kansas City
4th of July
In the late night fog
There were fireworks to see
And when I’m lost, you are my True North
Carry the weight of my Southern Cross
And though it burns, you don’t fear the hurt
You were born from the dust, you were raised in the dirt

We were all hopped up on kerosene
Or something else that burns, it seemed
That we would never
Put the fire out

I got down on my knees to pray
Forgot the words I used to say
When I was young
Each night ‘fore I laid down

And when I’m lost, you are my True North
Carry the weight of my Southern Cross
And though it burns, you don’t fear the hurt
You were born from the dust, you were raised in the dirt
You were born from the dust, you were raised in the dirt

I’ve been counting stars above the water
Evenin’s winding down
Just thinking bout the things I’ve seen and where I’m runnin now
And when the sun comes up tomorrow I’ll be headed out
Yeah that’s the part I know could tear me down

And when I’m lost, you are my True North
Carry the weight of my Southern Cross
And though it burns, you don’t fear the hurt
You were born from the dust, you were raised in the dirt

And when I’m lost, you are my True North
Carry the weight of my Southern Cross
And though it burns, you don’t fear the hurt
You were born from the dust, you were raised in the dirt
You were born from the dust, you were raised in the dirt
You were born from the dust, you were raised in the dirt

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