acoustic, dobro, fiddle and mandolin provide backdrop for the pretty folk-country song. Jack Sundrud (Poco) sings harmony.
Jim Carpenter - guitars, mandolin, percussion, vocal / Byron House - acoustic bass / Andrea Zonn - fiddle / Rob Ickes - dobro / Jack Sundrud - harmony vocal
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The Bridge
they built that bridge across the river
the year that I was born
I was two weeks late, hard to deliver
in the eye of a mighty storm
with my first breath, the river crested
and tore that two-lane down
the doctor smiled at the lucky child
“Boy, it’s a long way around”
they built it high the second time
of concrete and steel
as a kid, I jumped off that bridge
to see how it would feel
to prove to the world and a blue-eyed girl
this boy knew no fear
then I watched them fade a few years later
in my rear-view mirror
that bridge won’t burn__it can’t hold a flame
no matter how I try to leave it all behind
that bridge won’t burn__there’s still a way
to get back home when I’ve had all the loneliness
one man can take
for the promise of a kiss, one cold November night
I climbed in vain to write her name, in a heart along with mine
now that bridge stands high, four lanes wide
still a stones throw across
I’ve been all around the world
trying to get lost
now all I ever needed
stands before my weary eyes
though the names have changed
the hearts remain
painted on the side
that bridge won’t burn__it can’t hold a flame
no matter how hard I try to leave it all behind
that bridge won’t burn__there’s still a way
to get back home, when I’ve had all the loneliness
one man can take
to carry me home . . .
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