Heartstrings

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Way up north where the snow flies and the sun don’t hardly shine
If it weren’t for my true love
I’d a long a go lost my mind
I’d long a go lost my mind

There are good folks here and good folks there most everywhere I go
But the land of my heart is down
Where the snow white cotton grows
Where the snow white cotton grows

   When the river runs over from meltin’ snow
   We will take to the higher ground
   When the water goes down again
   We’ll saddle our old Paint
   We’ll be homeward bound
   Me and my love will be homeward bound

Heartstrings hang tighter than the roots of a live oak tree
Holdin’ thru tornado winds
Tougher than timber stronger than steel
They’ll guide me back southward again
They’ll guide me back southward again