i’ve found my peace in the pieces of pennsylvania
underneath blue collar crowns and in the reflection of pittsburgh plate glass
and in the dark damp basements where i got really drunk
in the homes where the men from the mills raised their families
i can still hear my television technician telling me that i’m a good girl
and he made me believe it. in my bedtime prayers and in my sunday best, i believed it with all my heart
which i followed down route 22 and into centre county
where the amazing grace of a mifflin county man saved a wretch like me
and i spent last summer on a soul sister’s bed as the sun set over the susquehanna valley
i found treasure in pennsylvania and i never even had to pick up a shovel
i just had to pick up
the interstate was a pearly gate into being born again.
pennsylvania still waits for me and saves a place at her table
and no matter how many miles or mistakes i make, i’ll have my television technician and my soul sister and my heaven-sent kevin
i’ll have pittsburgh plate glass and the public broadcasting service
i’ll have blue collar crowns and all american towns but not enough money for the homecoming gown
but that’s okay. pennsylvania thinks i’m pretty anyway.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 7:53 AM UTC
i’ve found my peace in the pieces of pennsylvania
underneath blue collar crowns and in the reflection of pittsburgh plate glass
and in the dark damp basements where i got really drunk
in the homes where the men from the mills raised their families
i can still hear my television technician telling me that i’m a good girl
and he made me believe it. in my bedtime prayers and in my sunday best, i believed it with all my heart
which i followed down route 22 and into centre county
where the amazing grace of a mifflin county man saved a wretch like me
and i spent last summer on a soul sister’s bed as the sun set over the susquehanna valley
i found treasure in pennsylvania and i never even had to pick up a shovel
i just had to pick up
the interstate was a pearly gate into being born again.
pennsylvania still waits for me and saves a place at her table
and no matter how many miles or mistakes i make, i’ll have my television technician and my soul sister and my heaven-sent kevin
i’ll have pittsburgh plate glass and the public broadcasting service
i’ll have blue collar crowns and all american towns but not enough money for the homecoming gown
but that’s okay. pennsylvania thinks i’m pretty anyway.
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