Where I Am From

Well she's red Well past afternoon Lovely as a smoke can smell The green that gets consumed In the mornings She's always pretty blue It's a trick of the eye The weather's alright And the rain, here, is always due She'll treat you right Knows damn well how to cook And ask you if you want "this or that" She'll feed your hand or spoon Her dogs laugh, though They don't live in neighborhoods And most nights aren't the same The trouble ain't no game Down by the cottonwoods This is my home This is my light Where I belong On Christmas night This is my love My first true love I love my city Where I am from This is my home This is my light Where I belong On Christmas night This is my love My first true love I love my city Where I am from