The Things We Carry - Rita Coolidge

Oh, the things we carry and hold on to

Like my mind’s picture of you

Mother singing in the kitchen

Daddy’s tent revival

Finding Muddy Waters and a lost highway

On the road to my survival

Oh, the memories run together from autumn gold to summer blue

With the things we carry and hold on to

Oh, the things we carry and can’t let go

The cruelties of life I wish I didn’t know

What a life is worth

And just what freedom costs

And how much dying hurts

And living with that loss

As the angel wings beat and the cold winds blow

For the things we carry and can’t let go

We are fathers, we are mothers

We are sisters we are brothers

These are the things that we carry and hold on to

Hold on to me baby

And I’ll hold on

Hold on to me baby

And I’ll hold on to you

Oh, the things I carry and hold on to

And my mind’s whisper of you

Music of your voice like a perfect violin

Plays soft upon my heart 'til I see you again

Song runs like a river and brings me back to you

With the things I carry and hold on to

We are fathers, we are mothers

We are sisters we are brothers

These are the things that we carry and hold on to

Hold on to me baby

And I’ll hold on

Hold on to me baby

And I’ll hold on

Hold on to me baby

And I’ll hold on to you

Oh, the things we carry and hold on to

Like my mind’s picture of you