Letras
West Maryland highlands where did you go?
Long winding mountain roads
Out of the wagon and into the boat
Roll me across the river cold
Wrote this song for old granpa he loved the
Trips we took to the lake the rolls of thunder
We would sail until the evening sun burned out
Run through the pine spot all the anglers
Miles of manmade shoreline
Out through the valley back into the boat
Roll me across the river cold
Wrote this song for old granpa he loved the
Trips we took to the lake the rolls of thunder
We would sail until the evening sun burned out
We would sail
West Maryland highlands where did you go?
Long winding memory road