Neal Hooks & the Pocomoke Sound

Lyrics

Old Line State of Mind



The fortune teller eyed the lines on my hand

But the future she divined

It don’t align with my plan

When I’m tired of running

I’ll define where I stand

I'll cross the Great Divide just to draw a line in the sand



Well there’s lines on a map

So many lines on my face

And there’s a line on a plate in the Old Line State



Maryland in January can be a fright

When that old North wind blows

She’ll cut you like a knife

You can call on me, darlin,

When nothing is going right

I know the whole world's broken now

But if we hold on tight

Yes we’ll make Llove again on a hot Summer night

Singing "I’ve got a smoke, darlin

Hey, do you have a light?

Can I hold your light?"

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