I'm a Junior Music Business major at Belmont University, and I write what I feel. I often regard music as to being more of a feeling than something that can be
Back in the days of the gunslinging ways
There was a young fellow named Sam
Licking the dirt off the places that hurt
And defending to lion for lamb
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Country roads know no bounds for me he said
I'd rather fall asleep in wilderness and wake up to be dead
Country roads know no bounds for me he said
I'd rather fall asleep...
Now Samuel was smart, he made living an art
In attempt to do away with routine
Each day was a piece, he worked just like Matisse
Not a detail left out of the scene
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