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Flying Home lyrics
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Artist - Chris De Burgh
Album - Eastern Wind
Lyrics - Flying Home
this afternoon I walked out into a ditch
the crawfish stirred the water
the papermill blew in on the Southeastern wind
and it was raining in Port Arthur
I pulled a dead limb from a fallen pine
the sun was dropping on the lower Neches valley
I called the dogs from out of the woods with a hollar
and it was raining in Port Arthur
that night my daddy drove us to maw maw's
He and mama wanted to be alone
I sat up in that mimosa tree with my brother
and it was raining in Port Arthur
the refinerys hum and glow from the road
and I listen to the dove as she mourns
I'm standing in the rice fields of Beaumont
and it was raining in Port Arthur
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