Heartlands - Marcus King/The Marcus King Band
Lyrics by：Marcus King/Jonathan Singleton
Composed by：Marcus King/Jonathan Singleton
Produced by：Eddie Spear
You're still every single city light
I see you in every other neon sign
Seeing our name on another marquee
It reminds me of where I'd rather be
Even from a thousand miles away
Baby wherever my head lays
I love ya like a Sunday mornin'"Hallelujah"
Like the red clay way back home
Love ya like the Swannanoa river
Like the sunburnt scripture above my granddaddy chiseled in stone
Love ya like a front porch swingin'
A red bird singing
Your pretty little southern drawl
Every time I fall
You're where my heart lands
Where my heart lands
The highway singin' starts to sound like you
Staring at your picture with the homesick blues
Three more days 'til we head back south
And I pray that your love won't give out
Even from a thousand miles away
Baby wherever my head lays
I love ya like a Sunday mornin'"Hallelujah"
Like the red clay way back home
Love ya like the Swannanoa river
Like the sunburnt scripture above my granddaddy chiseled in stone
Love ya like a front porch swingin'
A red bird singing
Your pretty little southern drawl
Every time I fall
You're where my heart lands
Even from a thousand miles away
Baby wherever my head lays
I love ya like a Sunday mornin'"Hallelujah"
Like the red clay way back home
Love ya like the Swannanoa river
Sunburnt scripture above my granddaddy chiseled in stone
Love ya like a front porch swingin'
A red bird singing
Your pretty little southern drawl
Every time I fall
You're where my heart lands
Where my heart lands
