Текст Nitty Gritty Dirt Band – Oh, Cumberland

Fire on the asphalt, L.A. freeway
Santa Anna windstorm, come blow me away
‘Cause this rearview mirror could use some adjustment
Some other reflection, some other place.

Oh, Cumberland, I’m a faithful son
No matter where I go, I hear you calling me
The Mississippi’s wide long, St. Paul to New Orleans
But my heart’s resting on your banks in Tennessee.

Lazy ol’ river, not a lick of ambition
Get to Kentucky then you roll on home
If you were a highway, you wouldn’t go nowhere
And I wouldn’t be lost and all alone.

Oh, Cumberland, I’m a faithful son
No matter where I go, I hear you calling me
The Mississippi’s wide 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
That old muddy water that once washed me clean.

Oh, Cumberland, I’m a faithful son
No matter where I go, I hear you calling me
Mississippi’s wide long, St. Paul to New Orleans
But my heart’s resting on your banks in Tennessee.

Oh, Cumberland
Oh, Cumberland.