WRITER: Marshall Wilborn

WAY UP NORTH, WHERE THE SNOW FLIES
AND THE SUN DON'T HARDLY SHINE
IF IT WEREN'T FOR, MY TRUE LOVE
I'D HAVE LONG AGO LOST MY MIND
I'D HAVE LONG AGO LOST MY MIND

THERE'S GOOD FOLKS HERE AND GOOD FOLKS THERE
MOST EVERYWHERE I GO
AND THE LAND OF MY HEART IS DOWN
WHERE THE SNOW WHITE COTTON GROWS
WHERE THE SNOW WHITE COTTON GROWS

CHORUS

WHEN THE RIVER RUNS OVER FROM THE MELTING SNOW
WE'LL TAKE TO THE HIGHER GROUND
WHEN THE WATER GOES DOWN AGAIN
WE'LL SADDLE OUR "OLD PAIN"
AND WE'LL BE HOMEWARD BOUND
ME AND MY LOVE WILL BE HOMEWARD BOUND

HEARTSTRINGS HOLD TIGHTER
THAN THE ROOTS OF A LIVE OAK TREE
HOLDING THROUGH TORNADO WINDS
TOUGHER THAN TIMBER, STRONGER THAN STEEL
THAT WILL GUIDE ME BACK SOUTHWARD AGAIN
THAT WILL GUIDE ME BACK SOUTHWARD AGAIN

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