Grant Lee Buffalo - 8 Mile Road Lyrics

Daisies in the chain Woven in your hair that falls Into a braid Woven’ round the statue’s toes In the gardens you made Bells that sing and chime Little crystal bells that toll All through the night Never once did angels break Away from your side Won’t ya hurry home Won’t ya hurry home Hurry down that lone eight mile road Won’t ya hurry home Now your seeds are sewn Hurry down that lone eight mile road Poppies red and gold Growin’ wild as weeds beside Yellow brick road Growin’ in the ditch where i Sailed a milk carton boat But how can you deny When the spirit wraps in broad Daylight And it looks you right between The eyes Won’t ya hurry home Won’t ya hurry home Hurry down that lone eight mile road Won’t ya hurry home Now your leaves are strewn Hurry down that lone eight mile road Ooh All those talkin’ sculls Ma they don’t scare me much Not anymore Think I finally got my head ’round the door Won’t ya hurry home Won’t ya hurry home Hurry down that lone eight mile road Won’t ya hurry home While the breeze is blowin’ Hurry down that lone eight mile road Won’t ya hurry home Now won’t ya hurry home Hurry down that lone eight mile road Hurry home Down that lone eight mile road Hurry home Hurry home Down that lone eight mile road Hurry home Ooh ooh Hurry home Ooh ooh ooh Grant Lee Buffalo Lyrics 8 Mile Road Lyrics