prairie on kentucky
where your waters ride
layer on, old buddy
with your tired eyes
i am what the washing was
when rains of april cried
i am where the files, fold
on moons and tides
words and music
words and music
prairie on kentucky
where your waters ride
layer on, old buddy
with your tired eyes
i am what the washing was
when rains of april cried
i am where the files, fold
on moons and tides
