shadow of Peppercorn trees,
They say a woman must know her place
But at night she spreads her wings
And notes there are no expectations,
no compromises, no limitations
And she can make them dance all night
The music sounds across the plains
Tonight the ghost of grace is playing
for miles they come to the calling.
Many a shoe has trod these
and the moonlight streams through
nail holes in the old tin walls.
On the piano she's pounding out
You know all the best hearts
grow just a little bit wild
and they'll dance till the
Music sounds across the plains.
Tonight the gold star Grace
like it's begging for more
they still talk about her
As those Tennyson nights fought to
With Jack and Charlie stoking
They'll never tire of lightin' up
Music sounds across the plains
Tonight the ghost of grace
In the shadow of peppercorn trees,
from the land that lives in my veins
Some nights when the notes
I wonder if it's just the ghost
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