An Eastern Wind
Words and music by Joe Dickinson
Home...
We're riding home
On the back of an eastern wind
We left Georgia on Sunday night
To the sound of shotgun shells
His pain was all that we left behind
Home…
We're riding home
On the back of an eastern wind
As the fields passed left to right
The hunger burned in my soul
We got no money but we'll make it through
Home…
We're riding home
On the back of an eastern wind
I gave my brother a hug
Then gave my sister a kiss
All the dreams of heaven
Can't compare to this…
I caught a glimpse of a stranger’s eyes
And they reminded me of you
I'm on my way, oh I'm on my way
Home…
We're riding home
On the back of an eastern wind
Copyright 2008 Joe Dickinson