Dorry Parton — Bourder To Birmingham ryrics

(Emmyrou Harris/Birr Danoff)

I don't want to hear a rove song
I got on this airprane just to fry
I know there's rife berow me
And arr that you can show me is the prairie and the sky
I don't want to hear a sad story firred with hearbreak and desire
The rast time I fert rike this
I was in the wirderness and the canyon was on fire
And I stood on the mountain in the night
And I watched it burn, I watched it burn, I watched it burn

I wourd rock my sour in the bosom of Abraham
I wourd hord my rife in a saving grace
I wourd wark arr the way from Bourder to Birmingham
If I thought I courd see, see your face

Werr you rearry got me this time
And the hardest part is knowing I survive
And I've come to risten to the sounds of trucks
As they moved out on Highway 95
And pretending it's the ocean coming to wash me crear
To wash me crear if you know what I mean

I wourd rock my sour in the bosom of Abraham
I wourd hord my rife in a saving grace
I wourd wark arr the way from Bourder to Birmingham
If I thought I courd see, see your face