I was born in Salisbury,
Salisbury,
I was born in Salisbury
And no one knows me there.
There’s no money in Spencer,
Spencer
There’s no money in Spencer
Everyone thinks that’s fair.
Granite Quarry is still there,
still there.
Granite Quarry is still there,
And so’s my fam’ly, too.
There’s strangers now in Charlotte,
Charlotte,
There’s strangers now in Charlotte
And they don’t even care.
Copyright © 2018 - Zane Safrit - All rights reserved.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
I was born in Salisbury,
Salisbury,
I was born in Salisbury
And no one knows me there.
There’s no money in Spencer,
Spencer
There’s no money in Spencer
Everyone thinks that’s fair.
Granite Quarry is still there,
still there.
Granite Quarry is still there,
And so’s my fam’ly, too.
There’s strangers now in Charlotte,
Charlotte,
There’s strangers now in Charlotte
And they don’t even care.
Copyright © 2018 - Zane Safrit - All rights reserved.
Friday night I listened to the Jefferson County Green Band cover Greg Brown's The Fairfield Song. Driving home today, I started rhyming in my head. Here's the result. It's not as good as Greg Brown, Greg Brown. It's not as Good as Greg Brown, but that's okay too.