THE KERRVILLE FOLK FESTIVAL SONG
Karen Taylor-Good, Jana Stanfield
There’s a tiny piece of paradise in Texas
Where gentle people come from far and wide
They come to share the music that is burning in their souls
They come with open hearts and open minds
There’s a tiny piece of paradise in Texas
Where instead of harps the angels play guitar
No one cares about your day job or the price tag on your car
So you’re free to be exactly who you are
AND YOU’LL SLEEP UPON THE BOSOM OF YOUR MOTHER
AND YOU’LL REALIZE WHAT LOVING FRIENDS ARE WORTH
THESE STREETS OF GOLD MAY LOOK LIKE DIRT TO OTHERS
BUT I KNOW THAT I’VE FOUND HEAVEN HERE ON EARTH
If you get there feeling shy and kind-of different
In no time at all you’ll feel like you belong
If you’re hungry there’s a neighbor who has plenty
And will gladly share it all for just a song
The only stars that really count are in the night sky
So any rhinestones worn would surely be in vain
You may captivate the crowd but when you step off that stage
You’ll stand in line to use the outhouse just the same
AND YOU’LL SLEEP UPON THE BOSOM OF YOUR MOTHER
AND YOU’LL REALIZE WHAT LOVING FRIENDS ARE WORTH
THESE STREETS OF GOLD MAY LOOK LIKE DIRT TO OTHERS
BUT I KNOW THAT I’VE FOUND HEAVEN HERE ON EARTH
THESE STREETS OF GOLD MAY LOOK LIKE DIRT TO OTHERS
BUT I KNOW THAT I’VE FOUND HEAVEN HERE ON EARTH
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