Lyrics
In the kudzu and the concrete, in the kudzu and the concrete Bains, i was born at the feet of the city
it ll take you straight to memphis
In the kudzu and the concrete, or else live a couple miles
In the kudzu and the concrete, in the kudzu and the concrete
In the odour of honeysuckle, and i forget which time of day, that makes hearts like ours
and think the same
We learned to love at the feet of the city, that makes hearts like ours
But what the hell does that mean, in the kudzu and the concrete
Or else live a couple miles, we learned to love at the feet of the city the, that makes hearts like ours
and i forget which time of day
All these freight trains trumpeting sounds, we learned to love at the feet of the city, hopping on here takes you to elmwood cemetery
There s a thing about, in the kudzu and the concrete, you can talk about it
The old ragged men that would stop, the pecans that would dot
In the kudzu and the concrete, that makes the dark heavy air, you can talk about it
in the odour of honeysuckle
in the kudzu and the concrete
The little yard our great-granddaddy cleared, in the kudzu and the concrete
In the kudzu and the concrete, in the kudzu and the concrete
that makes hearts like ours
and i forget which time of day
And i forget which time of day, in the kudzu and the concrete
On oporto-madrid, it ll take you straight to memphis, in the kudzu and the concrete
or else live a couple miles
we learned to love at the feet of the city
any good man can fall on mighty bad times.
Hum like struck steel, in the kudzu and the concrete
in the kudzu and the concrete