CLEAR THE STONES AWAY WORDS AND MUSIC © JIM KARNS


LOOKIN OUT ACROSS THE FIELD
MY DADDY USED TO PLOW
IT’S ALL BUILT UP WITH HOUSES
BUT I STOP THERE ANYHOW
CLOSE MY EYES AND THINK BACK TO
THE WAY THINGS USED TO BE
AND SOMETIMES I COULD SWEAR HE'S THERE
SITTIN’ NEXT TO ME

CHORUS

THAT FIELD MY DADDY CLEARED
CARRIED THOSE STONES 'N STACKED THEM ONE BY
ONE
HE WEREN'T AFRAID OF WORKIN
HE'D STAY OUT THERE ALL DAY IN THE GEORGIA SUN
AND THE WORDS THAT HE TOLD ME I CAN HEAR THEM
TO THIS DAY
IF YOU WANT TO TILL THE LAND
YOU GOT TO CLEAR THE STONES AWAY


WAY DOWN PAST THE LAST HOUSE
IT’S KINDA HARD TO SEE
A PILE OF STONE SETS NEATLY THERE
THAT HE LAYED REAL CAREFULLY
HIS HANDS HAD TOUCHED EVERY ONE
I REACHED AND TOUCHED ONE TOO
(I SAID) HEY DAD ARE YOU STANDIN THERE
CUZ IT SURE FEELS LIKE YOU

BRIDGE

LIKE A PICTURE THAT I COME ACROSS
OR MY FAVORITE COUNTRY SONGS
THOUGHTS OF HIM STILL TAKE ME BACK
AND HIS MEMORY LINGERS ON

CHORUS

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Jim Karns
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