| Song | Missouri Limestone |
| Artist | Ingrid Gerdes |
| Album | High Priestess |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ingrid Gerdes | |
| 作曲 : Ingrid Gerdes | |
| Missouri Limestone | |
| Down along the border in the southwest corner of the Ozarks | |
| There’s a place my heart always calls home | |
| But I been gone too many years | |
| Seen my hopes and dreams start to look like fears | |
| And I feel lost, but that’s my cross to bear | |
| P.C | |
| When the nights are long and the road is rough | |
| I dig deep y’all and sure enough | |
| I’m still made up of that gritty stuff | |
| Chorus: | |
| I’m strong, like the ground I grew from | |
| Underneath my skin my bones are forged from | |
| Missouri limestone | |
| V2: | |
| Like a path in the rock cut by the river over time | |
| Barefoot and blind, sure nuff I could find my way, I could find my way back | |
| To the fields and the woods where I cut my teeth | |
| On simple country living, sure sounds good to me right now (oh ya) | |
| Sounds so sweet to me | |
| When this city’s cold and I’m all alone | |
| I hear a whispering in my bones | |
| Saying girl it’s time to get on home | |
| -Chorus- | |
| Bridge: | |
| Where summer nights sound like Locusts and bullfrogs singing songs | |
| Where July tastes like a red-ripe tomato off the vine | |
| Where Sweet Tea, is brewed up daily, well that feels like home | |
| Chorus | |
| Missouri Limestone |
| zuo ci : Ingrid Gerdes | |
| zuo qu : Ingrid Gerdes | |
| Missouri Limestone | |
| Down along the border in the southwest corner of the Ozarks | |
| There' s a place my heart always calls home | |
| But I been gone too many years | |
| Seen my hopes and dreams start to look like fears | |
| And I feel lost, but that' s my cross to bear | |
| P. C | |
| When the nights are long and the road is rough | |
| I dig deep y' all and sure enough | |
| I' m still made up of that gritty stuff | |
| Chorus: | |
| I' m strong, like the ground I grew from | |
| Underneath my skin my bones are forged from | |
| Missouri limestone | |
| V2: | |
| Like a path in the rock cut by the river over time | |
| Barefoot and blind, sure nuff I could find my way, I could find my way back | |
| To the fields and the woods where I cut my teeth | |
| On simple country living, sure sounds good to me right now oh ya | |
| Sounds so sweet to me | |
| When this city' s cold and I' m all alone | |
| I hear a whispering in my bones | |
| Saying girl it' s time to get on home | |
| Chorus | |
| Bridge: | |
| Where summer nights sound like Locusts and bullfrogs singing songs | |
| Where July tastes like a redripe tomato off the vine | |
| Where Sweet Tea, is brewed up daily, well that feels like home | |
| Chorus | |
| Missouri Limestone |
| zuò cí : Ingrid Gerdes | |
| zuò qǔ : Ingrid Gerdes | |
| Missouri Limestone | |
| Down along the border in the southwest corner of the Ozarks | |
| There' s a place my heart always calls home | |
| But I been gone too many years | |
| Seen my hopes and dreams start to look like fears | |
| And I feel lost, but that' s my cross to bear | |
| P. C | |
| When the nights are long and the road is rough | |
| I dig deep y' all and sure enough | |
| I' m still made up of that gritty stuff | |
| Chorus: | |
| I' m strong, like the ground I grew from | |
| Underneath my skin my bones are forged from | |
| Missouri limestone | |
| V2: | |
| Like a path in the rock cut by the river over time | |
| Barefoot and blind, sure nuff I could find my way, I could find my way back | |
| To the fields and the woods where I cut my teeth | |
| On simple country living, sure sounds good to me right now oh ya | |
| Sounds so sweet to me | |
| When this city' s cold and I' m all alone | |
| I hear a whispering in my bones | |
| Saying girl it' s time to get on home | |
| Chorus | |
| Bridge: | |
| Where summer nights sound like Locusts and bullfrogs singing songs | |
| Where July tastes like a redripe tomato off the vine | |
| Where Sweet Tea, is brewed up daily, well that feels like home | |
| Chorus | |
| Missouri Limestone |