John Westwood songs
The trail of tears lines should be considered a fill in.
High Plains Drifting © westwood/marchetti 9/2006
Verse 1
I've never seen the Rockies
or breathed that clear mountain air
There's one thing I'd love to do
eagle watching way up there
Songs of montana
always make me want to cry
imagined memories of
that golden age of days gone by
Chorus
High plains drifting
wind kissing on my cheeks
unspoiled glory
drinking from crystal creeks
wild flowers dancing
mist forming where the rivers meet
Verse 2
Golden corn - nodding heads
swaying fields big tin sheds
thunderheads and sudden storms
the magic sunsets - peaceful dawns
Lonely shacks
on dusty old out back roads
been that way for many years
covered wagons with heavy loads
Chorus
High plains drifting
wind kissing on my cheeks
unspoiled glory
drinking from crystal creeks
wild flowers dancing
mist forming where the rivers meet
Bridge
somebody wrote down
it was a trail of tears
I call it freedom
Iand it wil last for many years
Chorus
High plains drifting
wind kissing on my cheeks
unspoiled glory
drinking from crystal creeks
wild flowers dancing
mist forming where the rivers meet
High Plains Drifting © westwood/marchetti 9/2006
Verse 1
I've never seen the Rockies
or breathed that clear mountain air
There's one thing I'd love to do
eagle watching way up there
Songs of montana
always make me want to cry
imagined memories of
that golden age of days gone by
Chorus
High plains drifting
wind kissing on my cheeks
unspoiled glory
drinking from crystal creeks
wild flowers dancing
mist forming where the rivers meet
Verse 2
Golden corn - nodding heads
swaying fields big tin sheds
thunderheads and sudden storms
the magic sunsets - peaceful dawns
Lonely shacks
on dusty old out back roads
been that way for many years
covered wagons with heavy loads
Chorus
High plains drifting
wind kissing on my cheeks
unspoiled glory
drinking from crystal creeks
wild flowers dancing
mist forming where the rivers meet
Bridge
somebody wrote down
it was a trail of tears
I call it freedom
Iand it wil last for many years
Chorus
High plains drifting
wind kissing on my cheeks
unspoiled glory
drinking from crystal creeks
wild flowers dancing
mist forming where the rivers meet
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