Going Home To Jackson Hole
Words & Music By: Donald Stephan Jones
July 2009
Well I left town when I was twenty five
Got a little tired of the small town life
I had some big ideas of what I could do
If I could find a job in a city suit
But after four years of busting my bunns
All I had was a view of the slums
Now I know I don’t belong
Looking out the window on a concrete life
And, I’m going home to Jackson Hole
Where the Sleeping Indian waits for me
The Grand Tetons’ almost touch the stars
And, I’m going home to Jackson Hole
Where the Snake River runs through my heart
And maybe there’s an old sweetheart who remembers me
I can recall the colors of Fall
And watching the Elk coming down from the pass
I miss the snow on a cold winter’s day
And Christmas lights in the old town square
And, I laugh when I think about the Cowboy bar
Saddlen-up for a couple of beers
dancing all night, holding her tight
And not letting go, til closing time
And I’m going home to Jackson Hole
Where the Sleeping Indian waits for me
The Grand Tetons’ almost touch the stars
And, I’m going home to Jackson Hole
Where the Snake River runs through my heart
And maybe there’s an old sweetheart who remembers me
I miss the thunder storms
Lightning lighting up in the sky
Sitting by a log-wood fire
And watching the sparks in her eyes
Now, I’m going back to Jackson Hole
Where the Sleeping Indian waits for me
The Grand Tetons’ almost touch the stars
And, I’m going home to Jackson Hole
Where the Snake River runs through my heart
And maybe there’s an old sweetheart who remembers me
Copyright 2009
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