HOME IS A PLACE IN MY MIND: I wasn’t raised around Country music, but I chose it as my life’s work because I like it, because it fits my voice and writing style, and because I’m too nervous to steal. I grew up in a city and was exposed to very little Country music. When I first heard Hank Snow, Ernest Tubb, and Lefty Frizzell, I was fascinated! Maybe you were brought up on Country music, but to me it was a whole new thing! The imagery in the lyrics held extra drama for me because I’d never been to those places. Distant places hold a magic. Our family took Sunday drives through the countryside. We loved it, and I even envied the folks who lived there, even though I knew it wasn’t for me. I can only take so much peace and quiet. But I DO have a country home. It’s in my songs.

A PLACE IN MY MIND.

Home – a place in my mind with summertime snow…
Home – a place in my mind where wintertime flowers grow…
I can go home in the springtime and see the leaves turn gold,
Or just drop in and say hello to my folks,
In a place where they’ll never grow old

Home – a feeling of love that the family gives…
Home – a place in my mind where Grandpa and Grandma still live…
Dad’s gonna shake my hand,
I’ll get a kiss from Mom, I know.
Home – a place in my mind where I sometimes go.

Home – a place in my mind where dandelions blow…
Home – a tree I can climb and look at the world below…
I can sit out on the front porch in that squeaky swing,
Or just drop in to my yesterday house,
Where little sisters often sing.

Home – a place in my mind with a kitchen that’s warm…
Home – by the fireside glow, I’m lookin’ out at the storm…
And when this lonesome traveler’s feeling kinda low,
Home – is a place in my mind where I sometimes go.

* * *
You can hear the song at this website:
http://tinyurl.com/7834c8s

Jack Blanchard