BACK TO MAINE

WORDS AND MUSIC BY MICHAEL PUSHARD

I SING OF ROCKY MOUNTAINS,AND SILVER CLOUDS BELOW

OF THE GOLDEN FIELDS OF KANSAS,AND THE FRESH FALLEN SNOW

BUT I'M ALWAYS BROUGHT BACK,TO THE ROLLING HILLS OF MAINE

TO THE CLEAR BLUE LAKES,AND PEACEFUL VALLEYS

CHORUS

THERE IS NO PLACE I'D RATHER BE,

THAN RIGHT HERE IN MAINE

WHERE I CAN HEAR THE SINGING OF ITS TREES

AND FEEL THE SOFT SUMMER BREEZES

I SING OF COUNTRY ROADS,AND OF BEING BACK HOME

OF A ROCKY MOUNTAIN HIGH,AND OF FIRE IN THE SKY

BUT I'M ALWAYS BROUGHT BACK,TO THE COUNTRY ROADS OF MAINE

TO A PEACEFUL WAY OF LIVING,A PLACE I CALL MY HOME

(REPEAT CHORUS)

MY HOME IS MAINE,AND THAT IS WHERE I WANT TO BE

WHERE THE AUTUMN LEAVES SHOW THEIR COLORS

AND THE WINTER SNOWS CLEANSE ITS EARTH

AND WATCH FOR SIGNS AS LIFE RETURNS FROM ITS LONG SILENT REST

(REPEAT CHORUS)

AS I SING TO YOU OF COLD NIGHTS IN CANADA AND OF ICY BLUE WINDS

MY HEART IS WITH THE CRIMSON SUNSETS AND COOL AUTUMN NIGHTS

DRIFTING BACK TO MAINE