"Orphan Annie" lyrics
(originally by Norman Blake)
Riding in planes and hailing cabs
Been on the road so long
Looking for the sunshine every day
That I've been missing so long
It's just two blocks over, one street across
Uptown around and down
But there musta been something just hiding out somewhere
Someplace I ain't found
Annie, orphan Annie
Are your Nashville nights still warm?
Somewhere to the west of town
Well, it's coming up a storm
Are your rivers dark and muddy
Where the green swamp willows grow?
Nine more days and I'll be home
Lord, back in off the road
Picking and grinning, and playing their games
Listen to what I say
I wish I were down in Nashville town
About Fifth and Broadway
Where the Cumberland rows, the soft wind blows
And home, it ain't far away
But here I sit in New York City
Just hanging out everyday
Annie, orphan Annie
Are your Nashville nights still warm?
Somewhere to the west of town
Well, it's coming up a storm
Are your rivers dark and muddy
Where the green swamp willows grow?
Nine more days and I'll be home
Lord, back in off the road
Annie, orphan Annie
Are your Nashville nights still warm?
Somewhere to the west of town
It's coming up a storm
Are your rivers dark and muddy
Where the green swamp willows grow?
Nine more days and I'll be home
Lord, back in off the road
Nine more days and I'll be home
Lord, back in off the road
Been on the road so long
Looking for the sunshine every day
That I've been missing so long
It's just two blocks over, one street across
Uptown around and down
But there musta been something just hiding out somewhere
Someplace I ain't found
Annie, orphan Annie
Are your Nashville nights still warm?
Somewhere to the west of town
Well, it's coming up a storm
Are your rivers dark and muddy
Where the green swamp willows grow?
Nine more days and I'll be home
Lord, back in off the road
Picking and grinning, and playing their games
Listen to what I say
I wish I were down in Nashville town
About Fifth and Broadway
Where the Cumberland rows, the soft wind blows
And home, it ain't far away
But here I sit in New York City
Just hanging out everyday
Annie, orphan Annie
Are your Nashville nights still warm?
Somewhere to the west of town
Well, it's coming up a storm
Are your rivers dark and muddy
Where the green swamp willows grow?
Nine more days and I'll be home
Lord, back in off the road
Annie, orphan Annie
Are your Nashville nights still warm?
Somewhere to the west of town
It's coming up a storm
Are your rivers dark and muddy
Where the green swamp willows grow?
Nine more days and I'll be home
Lord, back in off the road
Nine more days and I'll be home
Lord, back in off the road
