Upcoming Concerts for Cole Chaney
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cole Chaney
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Garrett Cole Chaney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cole Chaney
Producer
Lyrics
In northern land, lost and lonesome
The crowds walk by as he stands still
A mountain boy up in the flatlands
Misses his darlin' back in the hills
Now, not a word as they're passing
Not a sign there's anyone home
Just making steps towards the next one
All the while time keeps ticking on
Oh, take me back to Kentucky
Let me sleep in her loving arms
Let me watch that fading ridge line
Let me die where I was born
It's too damn cold for holey blue jeans
It's too damn cold in my bed
In my dreams, you're right next to me
But I wake up feeling frigid and dead
So, take me back to Kentucky
Let me sleep in her loving arms
Let me watch that fading ridge line
Let me die where I was born
Someday soon will be my last one
Get my rocking chair and best bourbon
Face me west out on the front porch
And I'll fade out with the sun
But, take me back to Kentucky
Let me sleep in her loving arms
Let me watch that fading ridge line
Let me die where I was born
Let me die where I was born
Written by: Cole Chaney