Magnolia & Cedar

Been tryin’ to find my way –
thought I chose the path I wanted;
Now I’m backing up the road,
‘fraid my mistakes’ll leave me haunted.

Tucked up, hidden in the hills,
and there I’ll stop my shaking;
won’t be long again until
my restless side starts waking.

If you ever find one of my kind,
I’d really like to meet her;
I was born and raised a half-breed,
Magnolia and Cedar.

And my mind keeps changing
courses, like the wind
blowin’ the feeder.

I was born and raised a half breed,
Magnolia and Cedar.

“Can’t leave well enough alone,”
my nature looks for trouble;
spit out, muddled up and tired,
I run back on the double.

Put my roots down in the dirt?
I’ve ‘bout spent all my chances;
picked from a twisting, grafted tree
of pomp and circumstances.

If you ever find one of my kind,
I’d really like to meet her;
I was born and raised a half-breed,
Magnolia and Cedar.

And my mind keeps changing
courses like the wind
blowin’ the feeder.

I was born and raised a half breed,
Magnolia and Cedar.

Lord knows I’d like to pick a side,
(or find out who’s the leader);
but I’ll always be a half-breed –
Magnolia and Cedar.

I was born and raised a half-breed,
Magnolia and Cedar.

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© Savannah Smiley Sterrett 2022