The Lonesome Trio - Asheville City Skyline lyrics

Guitar cases, long faces A warm embrace and Sarah's tears Freeway hums and sadness comes And LAX just disappears Airplane jails, and ginger ale A magazine or two Landing gear, and airport beer And I'm on my way to you CHORUS: Rolling up route 74 Through the French Broad River corridor I see old Black Mountain holding court And I know the trip is getting short And then there you are so divine The crown on Queen Caroline The Asheville city skyline Old buds, bear hugs Settle in to pick some strings Blue Ridge trees, a Pisgah breeze Ian's hungry and Jacob sings Microphones, banjo drones A banner head across my knee Makers Mark, gettin' dark Feels mighty fine to finally be (CHORUS) Then it's said and done with a warm chuckle The sound of a mando case buckle Morning chill, a coffee bill Take to the skies and realize I sure wish that I was still (CHORUS)