OXFORD COUNTY LINE (Fred J. Eaglesmith)

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Well if you're ever out upon old highway nineteen,

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Or down some old gravel road, lost in Oxford County,

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If you should meet a girl there with hair as gold as wheat,

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Do me a favour then and say hello for me.


And if the men are in the fields, with their backs to the sun,
Doing work that looks like it could never get done,
Tell them my heart's with them all and tell them that someday
If I ever come back, I'll be comin' back to stay.


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Those old farm houses rise out of the ground like monuments to the sky.

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The distant thunder and the rollin' clouds make you think of days gone by.

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I once knew a girl there, she stole all my time.

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She lived in a great big house, on the Oxford County Line.


Last night I sat around a fire with ten other men,
And I listened as they talked about what had happened to them.
But when I told my story, well they all just turned quiet.
An owl flew, a whistle blew, as we listened to the night.

Then someone cleared his throat, reached out and touched my arm.
He said, boy, I'm an old man, and I've heard a thousand yarns,
But none has touched my heart like the one you just told me,
And, if I were you, I'd head on back to Oxford County.

(Chorus)

(Instrumental verse)

There was a time when I believed that home was where you stood.
And if you couldn't be there, memories were just as good.
But the cracked and faded photographs I keep inside my pack
Remind me time and time again I've got to go back.

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