Southern Cross - Ron Pope

She was a hard, hard woman with a pilgrim soul

Had a face all lined from I don’t know

Where she has been

But now she’s here with me

We headed North on 29 through Kansas City

4th of July

In the late night fog

There were fireworks to see

And when I’m lost, you are my True North

Carry the weight of my Southern Cross

And though it burns, you don’t fear the hurt

You were born from the dust, you were raised in the dirt

We were all hopped up on kerosene

Or something else that burns, it seemed

That we would never

Put the fire out

I got down on my knees to pray

Forgot the words I used to say

When I was young

Each night ‘fore I laid down

And when I’m lost, you are my True North

Carry the weight of my Southern Cross

And though it burns, you don’t fear the hurt

You were born from the dust, you were raised in the dirt

You were born from the dust, you were raised in the dirt

I’ve been counting stars above the water

Evenin’s winding down

Just thinking bout the things I’ve seen and where I’m runnin now

And when the sun comes up tomorrow I’ll be headed out

Yeah that’s the part I know could tear me down

And when I’m lost, you are my True North

Carry the weight of my Southern Cross

And though it burns, you don’t fear the hurt

You were born from the dust, you were raised in the dirt

And when I’m lost, you are my True North

Carry the weight of my Southern Cross

And though it burns, you don’t fear the hurt

You were born from the dust, you were raised in the dirt

You were born from the dust, you were raised in the dirt

You were born from the dust, you were raised in the dirt