Oh Cumberland - Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, Matraca Berg, Emmylou Harris

Fire on the asphalt, L.A. freeway

Santa Anna windstorm come blow me away

This rear-view mirror could use some adjustment

Some other reflection, some other place

Oh Cumberland, I’m a faithful son

No matter where I run, I hear you calling me

Mississippi’s wide and long, St. Paul to New Orleans

But my heart’s resting on your banks in Tennessee

Lazy old river, not a lick of ambition

You get to Kentucky then you roll on home

If you were a highway, you wouldn’t go nowhere

And I wouldn’t be lost out here all alone

Oh Cumberland, I’m a faithful son

No matter where I run, I hear you calling me

Mississippi’s wide and long, St. Paul to New Orleans

But my heart’s resting on your banks in Tennessee

There’s a stolen river in the San Fernando

Down in the valley in the shadow of greed

But I have a memory knee deep in salvation

Of that old muddy water that once washed me clean

Oh Cumberland, I’m a faithful son

No matter where I run, I hear you calling me

Mississippi’s wide and long, St. Paul to New Orleans

But my heart’s resting on your banks in Tennessee