Cumberland River

 By: Paul Grady

CHORUS 1
He’s a long way from the Cumberland River
He’s a long way from Amazing Grace
And the scent of her hair on a Sunday
Yeah there’s nothing quite like that around this place

VERSE 1
He looks out at the Hudson River rolling
He  hears a bluegrass band in Central Park
But he can’t smell the cotton on the east wind
Or hold her close in the dark

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VERSE 2  
He looks up at the sky at 4th and Broadway
Where the night lights white out every star
But he knows she can see them on the water
Like fireflies caught in a jar

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BRIDGE
He wanders into a club down on Bleecker
On a rainy Saturday
The band is playing a blues for the city
And it’s holy in a way

CHORUS
Maybe he’ll call her up tonight and say: What’s new?
That’d be his way of saying: Honey I love you