It's Not In My Blood

it's not in my blood

There's a place in the north where the Mississippi Starts
Past the last light of the fading sun
Only the shadows know all the darkness in its heart.
It’s wounds are healed as fast as it can run.

My Father's father sang, a song that rang so true
the water and the wind, he fought them all
and so he pitched his sails from south of baton rouge
and tacked his way from memphis to st. paul.

its not in my blood
I could give up everything I love
To let the waters of this raging flood
Drown the The life I’ve been dreaming of
But it’s not in my blood

The banks the remain unchanged so teacherous and Steep
Running towards some far off distant land
It always barrels on, While the mountain sleeps
It whispers words that few can understand.

its not in my blood
I could give up everything I love
To let the waters of this raging flood
Drown the The life I’ve been dreaming of
But it’s not in my blood

My Father's father sang, a song that rang so true
the water and the wind, he fought them all
and so he pitched his sails from south of baton rouge
and tacked his way from memphis to st. paul.