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Jett Superior laid this on you on || October 24, 2001 || 1:44 pm


Daisies in the chain / Woven in your hair that falls / Into a braid / Woven ’round the statue’s toes / In the gardens you made

Bells that sing and chime / Little crystal bells that toll / All through the night / Never once did angels break / Away from your side

Won’t ya hurry home / Won’t ya hurry home / Hurry down that lone eight mile road / Won’t ya hurry home / Now your seeds are sown / Hurry down that lone eight mile road

Poppies red and gold / Growin’ wild as weeds beside / Yellow Brick Road / Growin’ in the ditch where I / Sailed a milk carton boat

But how can you deny / When the spirit wraps in broad / Daylight / And it looks you right between / The eyes

Won’t ya hurry home / Won’t ya hurry home / Hurry down that lone eight mile road / Won’t ya hurry home / Now your leaves are strewn / Hurry down that lone eight mile road

Ooh

All those talkin’ skulls / Ma they don’t scare me much / Not anymore / Think I finally got my head / ‘Round the door

Won’t ya hurry home / Won’t ya hurry home / Hurry down that lone eight mile road / Won’t ya hurry home / While the breeze is blowin’ / Hurry down that lone eight mile road

Won’t ya hurry home / Now won’t ya hurry home / Hurry down that lone eight mile road / Hurry home / Down that lone eight mile road / Hurry home

Hurry home / Down that lone eight mile road / Hurry home / Ooh ooh / Hurry home / Ooh ooh ooh

// Grant Lee Buffalo, ‘8 Mile Road’

I don’t belong here. I want to be back where I belong, with the people I belong with. I miss Memphis terribly.

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