Straight and True

Stan Rogers

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A5 : x022xx At Lincoln Centre_ a freak o' weather__ brought a taste of sea-e-ea_ And I was_ back in No_-va Sco_-tia_ all my friends were there_ with me-e__ And they were_ drinkin' Diamond_ sin_-gin' Carter_ and passin' them from mouth_ to mou-o-outh_ It sounded like "goodbye"_ and I knew that I was head_-ed South_ the bit__-ter Sou-outh____ ____ ____ In my_ uncle's kitchen_ the songs are bitchin'_ or some_ Hank_ Williams' blues___ And I can_ hear my cousin's voices_ singing the very best that they_ can do-o_ And it_ doesn't matter_ what_ we're drinking_ the_ ocean brings the fla_-vour through-o-ough_ And if none of this is fan_-cy the love is always straight_ and true__ Straight_ and true-ue!__ There's something about it_ I can't live_ without_ the Coast____ __ The rhythmic o_-cean_ the clean wholesome mo_-tion of most of my friends there_ Swaying by the tree__-e-e-es____ singing of the sea-ea____ now_ City streets_ they can't hold me when I'm most_ alone____ I'm going on home____ ____ ____ ____ I think I'm ready_ my hands are steady_ 'though that's_ something I've not always kno-o-own__ And even if_ the West_ rejects me_ there's some place I hold_ for my o-own_ And I_ soon will be there; _ do I love it? Yes_ I guess that you could say I do-o-o_ 'Cause I'll be picking with my people where the music's always straight_ and true_ Straight_ and true-ue!_ There's something about it_ I can't live_ without_ the Coast____ __ The rhythmic o_-cean_ the clean wholesome mo_-tion of most of my friends there_ Swaying by the tree__-e-e-es____ singing of the sea-ea____ now_ City streets_ they can't hold me when I'm most_ alone____ I'm going on home____ ____ ____ ____

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