A Call for the North Country

A CALL FOR THE NORTH COUNTRY – J. Lowe/Lowelife Music 1992

Good people come and gather ‘round me, listen to me sing my song,

I’m a wind-blown seed in a land of greed, living with a dream gone wrong,

CHORUS

But someday, some say, we’ll all be growing greener in the North Country.

I reckon there are them born lucky, but I tell you that it ain’t no lie,

I can’t even cross my heart for fear I’ll surely die.

I left my aged parents living on tick and in trash,

Their house was sliding down a worked-out seam, waiting for the Coal Board cash.

I once loved a brown haired woman, she left me for a place on high,

Now she’s looking for the great North Road and a twinkle in her old man’s eye.

One day I’ll get my mojo working, spitting on the horse-shoe ground,

You can’t do me harm with your hex and charm when I’m walking the sun way’s round.