Asheville City Skyline Lyrics

Guitar cases, long faces
A warm embrace and Sarah's tears
Freeway hums and sadness comes
And LAX just disappears
Airplane jails, and ginger ale
A magazine or two
Landing gear, and airport beer
And I'm on my way to you
CHORUS:
Rolling up route 74
Through the French Broad River corridor
I see old Black Mountain holding court
And I know the trip is getting short
And then there you are so divine
The crown on Queen Caroline
The Asheville city skyline, whoa
Old buds, bear hugs
Settle in to pick some strings
Blue Ridge trees, a Pisgah breeze
Ian's hungry and Jacob sings
Microphones, banjo drones
A banner head across my knee
Makers Mark, gettin' dark
Feels mighty fine to finally be
CHORUS:
Rolling up route 74
Through the French Broad River corridor
I see old Black Mountain holding court
And I know the trip is getting short
And then there you are so divine
The crown on Queen Caroline
The Asheville city skyline, whoa
Then it's said and done with a warm chuckle
The sound of a mando case buckle
Morning chill, a coffee bill
Take to the skies and realize
I sure wish that I was still
CHORUS:
Rolling up route 74
Through the French Broad River corridor
I see old Black Mountain holding court
And I know the trip is getting short
And then there you are so divine
The crown on Queen Caroline
The Asheville city skyline, whoa