NEW HARMONY
by Craig Johnson
Chorus:
And I've been sitting by the Ohio
Watching the tow boats rollin' up slow
Thinkin' of the places we used to go
You've been on my mind
1. Evening hillside, summertime
Jars we filled with fireflies
I remember you and I
Say, it's been a long long time
2. Rain across the bottom land
broken stones from an old mill dam
West wind blowin' in the dawnin' day
Enough to blow the blues my way
3. Rusty rails, an old river town
whistle blowin' New Orleans bound
Cornfields waitin' for the plow
All those things I can't tell you now.
4. Indiana country roads,
Winter's sky so deep and cold
New moon's arms, cradle the old
Come home songs on the radio.
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NEW HARMONY
by Craig Johnson
Chorus:
And I've been sitting by the Ohio
Watching the tow boats rollin' up slow
Thinkin' of the places we used to go
You've been on my mind
1. Evening hillside, summertime
Jars we filled with fireflies
I remember you and I
Say, it's been a long long time
2. Rain across the bottom land
broken stones from an old mill dam
West wind blowin' in the dawnin' day
Enough to blow the blues my way
3. Rusty rails, an old river town
whistle blowin' New Orleans bound
Cornfields waitin' for the plow
All those things I can't tell you now.
4. Indiana country roads,
Winter's sky so deep and cold
New moon's arms, cradle the old
Come home songs on the radio.
by Craig Johnson
Chorus:
And I've been sitting by the Ohio
Watching the tow boats rollin' up slow
Thinkin' of the places we used to go
You've been on my mind
1. Evening hillside, summertime
Jars we filled with fireflies
I remember you and I
Say, it's been a long long time
2. Rain across the bottom land
broken stones from an old mill dam
West wind blowin' in the dawnin' day
Enough to blow the blues my way
3. Rusty rails, an old river town
whistle blowin' New Orleans bound
Cornfields waitin' for the plow
All those things I can't tell you now.
4. Indiana country roads,
Winter's sky so deep and cold
New moon's arms, cradle the old
Come home songs on the radio.