O Brother from Anachronisms by Max DuBois

O Brother

[V1]
As I rise with the morning sun and look out across the plains / There's a feeling that I can't outrun, my home, she calls my name
Open roads and vast expanses, granite rising in the West / Cattle bones and short romances, I can say I'm not impressed

I hope that when I sleep tonight that I'm back in Tennessee / On the front porch smoking pipes with you - that’s where I long to be

A golden glow corrodes the stars, and I can barely see the sky / Light pollution, noisy cars; It could make a poor boy cry

[Chorus]
O, brother, where art thou? Where is your wisdom, oh, to guide me?
O, my brother, where are you now? Do me a favor, won't you remind me
Of where summers are truly green and the autumn is made of real gold
That lovely Appalachian dream; the sweetest story ever told


[V2]
Yuppies, townies, Western belles Those Californians sure can't drive / Tri-starred plates get Rebel yells to let me know that I'm alive
Comrades doing eighty all the way from way down South / Those whoops and shouts, the yankees hate me; they'll never know what it's about
Apartment complex next to condo, where rolling fields used to be / The butchering of Colorado; Won't you spare my Tennessee?
Through tumbleweeds and feet of snow, the sunset sure looks pretty / How many miles God only knows; I must escape this city

[V3]
It's all getting gentrified as the tourists end their tour / To run or stand - I must decide - it's more than I can endure
Cities growing, size has doubled; They're all from out of town / Those Boston kids are causing trouble; There's no local folks around
Higher peaks and hostile faces, Denver folks make lousy neighbors / All the parks and open spaces can't compare to wooded acres
While it may lack eight thousand feet, I miss Clingman's Dome / There's lots of pretty sights to see, but where's the land I know?

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