Grant Lee Buffalo - 8 Mile Road

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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 sewn
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' sculls
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