Your State's Name Here
 (Lou & Peter Berryman, ©1988)
 

Sometimes when the grass is blown by the breeze
There's a faraway look in the leaves of the trees
A memory returns heartbreakingly clear
Of a place I call home (your state's name here)
No sky could be deeper, no water so clear
As back in the meadows of (your state's name here)
I'm gonna go back although I don't know when
There's no other place like (your state's name again)
 
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Oh (your state's name here), Oh (again) what a state
I have not been back since (a reasonable date)
Where the asphalt grows soft in July every year
In the warm summer mornings of (your state's name here)
 
My grandpa would come and turn on the game
And fall asleep drinking (your local beer's name)
While gramma would sing in the garden for hours 
To all of (the names of indigenous flowers)
The songs that she sang were somewhat obscure
She learned from the local townspeople I'm sure
The language they use is not very clear
Like (place a colloquialism right here)
 
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I'd love to wake up where (the state songbird) sings
Where they manufacture (the names of some things)
Like there on the bumper a sticker so clear
An I, then a heart, and then (your state's name here)
Whisper it soft, it's a song to my ear
(your state's name here, your state's name here)
It's there I was born and it's there I'll grow old
By the rivers of blue and the arches of gold

 
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