Music

Northern Michigan night, Northern Michigan sky
Never felt so right, never felt so high

And I will not forget where I came from
As this tide keeps turning fire keeps burning

Tonight I followed an impulse to walk the farm
In my underwear ?????

And I will not forget where I came from
I’m still my father’s son (son)

The old familiar feeling of sawdust beneath my feet
The old familiar sight of my mama coming up to me, me
She said, “I just wanted to see you
‘Cause I know that you’ll be gone soon”

“Mom, I won’t really be gone
‘Cause I’ll never forget where I came from
I’m still my mother’s son” (son)