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Lyrics
35 degrees for the last six days sure as hell hasnt hell the Blaremore blaze
But I can see that its raining in the hills tonight
All wrapped up in a blanket of haze, fifty thousand acres of timbre raised
But I can see that its raining in the hills tonight
Bridge
I never found salvation in Jesus, whiskey or pills,
I never found any money or the good book, I found it here in these hills
Chorus
And I belong to the church of the long grass, in the parish of the Porcupine Hills
Where the Grass can grow as tall as an old timers tale, some say longer still
And I belong to the church of the long grass, in the parish of the Porcupine Hills
Ive always seen this land as holy, I guess I always will
Siddy was my girl form the age of fifteen, a home coming and a beauty queen
And I hear shes still reigning in the town tonight
She fancied a fellow, buddy and mean, sad left me cryin like some old has been
And I hear shes still reigning in the town tonight
Bridge
Blue can be, a little temperamental, hes a reliable steel
If you reign em tight, and sit tall in the saddle hell give you what you need
Chorus
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Lyrics
35 degrees for the last six days sure as hell hasnt hell the Blaremore blaze
But I can see that its raining in the hills tonight
All wrapped up in a blanket of haze, fifty thousand acres of timbre raised
But I can see that its raining in the hills tonight
Bridge
I never found salvation in Jesus, whiskey or pills,
I never found any money or the good book, I found it here in these hills
Chorus
And I belong to the church of the long grass, in the parish of the Porcupine Hills
Where the Grass can grow as tall as an old timers tale, some say longer still
And I belong to the church of the long grass, in the parish of the Porcupine Hills
Ive always seen this land as holy, I guess I always will
Siddy was my girl form the age of fifteen, a home coming and a beauty queen
And I hear shes still reigning in the town tonight
She fancied a fellow, buddy and mean, sad left me cryin like some old has been
And I hear shes still reigning in the town tonight
Bridge
Blue can be, a little temperamental, hes a reliable steel
If you reign em tight, and sit tall in the saddle hell give you what you need
Chorus
