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Every Canadian city has a 2-lane highway heading out of town and into the lakes and mountains and woods.
lyrics
Smoke stack smoke stack,
I long to get back,
Down a long road,
Cuts through the pines,
Smoke stack smoke stack,
I long to get back,
All these pulp mill towns,
Aren't for mine
Smoke stack smoke stack,
My wheels were on track,
But like a long and slow rewind,
To where I've been,
Smoke stack smoke stack,
I long to get back,
How you're quiet in the night,
And in the morning
Well you're a lion in the morning when you come,
And I hoped that I could feel that,
'Cause here I'm dying more each morning growing numb,
But alongways down the road to where it rises,
They're all lions there,
Smoke stack smoke stack,
I long to get back,
Down a long road,
Back through the pines,
Smoke stack smoke stack,
I long to get back,
Down a long road,
Getting wider as it rises,
To get back winding through the trees,
To get back, smaller by degrees.
credits
from
The Wild,
released 12 January 2012
Written and arranged by Robert Cole
Céline Bianchi: Vocals
Robert Cole: Vocals, Guitar, Hammond organ
Benoit Duval: Vocals, Banjo
Nicolas Fréchette: Double Bass
Kenton Mail: Drums
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