by Nanci Griffith My daddy sent me on to Baton Rouge in 1969 He said our love was like a forest fire and he'd end it with a mind So you rode with us to
you said, ?Fare thee well my Texas rose? And then you blew a kiss of innocence As the trains began to roll, so long ago Where did we go? That long ago, so long ago
in whispers now And I choose to live alone So I slipped back to the avenue and Flipped my collar to the cold [Chorus] Where did we go? That long ago? So long ago
Vertaling: Nanci Griffith. Zo lang geleden.
