[Fred again..]
Just try it
[Emmylou Harris]
All the streets are cracked and there's glass everywhere
And a baby stares out with motherless eyes
Under long-gone beauty here on fields of war
Trapped in lament to the poet's core
[Emmylou Harris]
Oh, where, oh, where will I be?
Oh, where, oh, where will I be?
[Emmylou Harris]
Met an Indian boy in Ottawa
He laid me down on a bed of straw
Said don't waste your breath, don't waste your heart
Don't blister your heels running in the dark
[Emmylou Harris & Fred again.., Fred again]
Oh, where, oh, where will I be?
Oh, where, oh, where will I be?
(Oh, where will I be?)
(Just try it)
[Emmylou Harris]
Yeah, I like the heat of your body laying under me
May your wild lip get you where your going
With your inventions, your intentions, your laughter
Your forever yearning
[Emmylou Harris & Fred again..]
Oh, where, oh, where will I be?
Oh, where, oh, when that trumpet sounds
Oh, where, oh, where
Oh, where, when that trumpet sounds
[Emmylou Harris & Fred again..]
Oh, where, oh, where will I be?
Oh, where, oh, where will I be?
Oh, where, oh, where
Oh, where
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