Mary Chapin Carpenter – Stones In The Road (Guitar)

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When we were young we pledged allegiance every morning of our lives.

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The classroom rang with children's voices under teacher's watchful eye.

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We learned about the world around us at our desks and at dinner time.

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Reminded of the starving children, we cleaned our plates with guilty minds.

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And the stones in the road, shone like diamonds in the dust.

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And then a voice called to us to make our way back home.

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When I was ten my father held me on his shoulders above the crowd

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to see a train all draped in mourning pass slowly through our town.

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His widow kneeled with all their children at the sacred burial ground.

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And the TV glowed that long hot summer with all the cities burning down.

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And the stones in the road flew out beneath our bicycle tires.

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Worlds removed from all those fires, as we raced each other home

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And now we drink our coffee on the run; we climb that ladder rung by rung.

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We are the daughters and the sons, and here's the line that's missing.

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The starving children have been replaced by souls out on the street.

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We give a dollar when we pass, and hope our eyes don't meet.

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We pencil in, we cancel out; we crave the corner suite.

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We kiss your ass, we make you hold; we doctor the receipt.

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And the stones in the road fly out from beneath our wheels.

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Another day, another deal, before we get back home.

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Stones in the road leave a mark from whence they came.

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A thousand points of light or shame; baby I don't know.