Sisters by Sage Christie

thinking of you, mom, down here in Sisters
I’ve never been to such a cowgirl town
staying at the bunkhouse with fellow hipsters
feel kind of lost here without you around

would’ve brought you with me, but I know you’re busy
tending the yard and coexisting with dad
but I think you’d love these clumps of towering pine trees
and I must confess, I’ve been missing you bad

mama, can we get a little time this summer?
there’s a pretty little town I want to walk around
with only you and me
oh, mama, we can talk about the past if you wanna
but I don’t really feel the need to
I just want to hold your hand when we cross the street

right after sunset, we walked to the saloon
sat outside, drinking IPAs and wine, except for me
’cause I’m still afraid of how love burns up in alcohol
something I don’t think I’ll ever unsee

didn’t you tell me he drove you through the country?
stargazing lovers under cowboy skies
I know I can’t bring back what’s dead and gone, mom
but I’d like to put these country stars back in your eyes

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looking out the window, down at the shops below
I shouldn’t feel so lonesome, but I do
’cause I’m thinking about how you gave me
the wings I’d need to fly away from you one day
but everywhere I go, you’re just a train of thought away

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• Americana
• Folk
• cowgirl
• indie folk
• mom
• moms
• mothers
• mothers day
• oregon
• singer-songwriter
• sisters
• western
• Asheville