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Cosmic American Derelicts: The Twain Shall Meet

Whispers on the Wind

Whispers on the wind callin' me back home
Wheels out on the highway, they keep rollin' on and on
I hear that rooster callin' in the early dawn
Sunrise on the corn crib, them north winds are moanin' low

I hear those whispers, whispers on the wind

High up in the sky I see an eagle soar
Walkin' through the valley I hear that ramblin' river roar
Reach for my pistol, the sun is in my eyes
Last heartbeat of dinner salt and pepper on my prize

I hear those whispers, whispers on the wind
I hear those whispers, whispers on the wind

High up on the mountain I feel a nice cool breeze
Golden rays upon my face, it makes me feel at ease
I guess it's Sunday I can hear the church bells ring
Ringin' in the valley I hear those little children sing

I hear those whispers, whispers on the wind
I hear those whispers, whispers on the wind
I hear those whispers


Words by George Kapitanelis
Music by Scott Lauro
© Cosmic American Derelicts Music, ASCAP
Scott Lauro: vocal, guitar
Ed Rainey: harmony vocal, dobro
Danny Pavas: harmony vocal, guitar
Nick Reeb: fiddle
George Kapitanelis: bass

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