The place where I come from

In North Ontario

the place where i come from

the grain grow high and frames the sky

the clay has been there forever

that’s where I’m gonna die.

 

The place where i come from

the roads are straight and go dusty ‘n far

mile after exact mile

you’ll know exactly where you are.

 

The place where i come from

the breakfast joints are always packed

there’s talk of the hockey games

there’s talk of weather and winter comin’ back.

 

The place where i come from

the women pull their men in close at night

hangin’ on, survivin’, hopin’

things ‘ll work out right.

 

The place where i come from

there’s fights outside the hotel every Saturday night

the women wear too much make up

and are never seen in white.

 

The place where i come from

has a muddy river running through it and train tracks too

old farmers fill the old age homes

they ain’t got nothin’ left to do.

 

The place where i come from

your piss will freeze before it hits the ground

in summer the flies block out the sun and

the land forever, will never let you down.

 

The place where i come from

black bear, moose, beaver in every lake

men sit on summer porches

cursing about the money they didn’t make.

 

The place where i come from

you can spit and grow a beard

wear big rubber boots around town

the mud falling off, from the land you just plowed.

 

The place where i come from

the winters last forever and you can hear wolves howl

there ain’t nobody to hold yur hand

there ain’t no fancy footin’ allowed.

 

The place where i come from

a man can build his own place at his own pace

paycheck by paycheck,

a man can mill his own dreams

in his own bed, in winter’s solid embrace.

 

The place where i come from

has 4H and no nine to five

nobody need ask no one what it means to be alive,

they eat their eggs broken n Jesus still saves

n the big trucks keep driving by

not a honk, not a wave.

 

 

The place where I come from

there’s crows high in the sky and big birds fly

they just fly right on by

 

The place where I come from

every guy has a pickup and the transports roar by town

the place where I come from is where

nobody is bound …..

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