Song Title: Heaven Is My Hometown
Author / Artist: Louis Nichole
Master Website:: http://www.louisnichole.com
Copyright: 2002
Music Genre: Country / Adult Contemporary
Heaven Is My Hometown
If your highway bound……there’s an old mill town…. off RT- 84
You can’t get lost…….cause there’s a neon cross… like a halo on a hill
You can burn a steak… in the time it takes… to get there
Coming home again… and . going back to when…….the clock stood still
There was a time and place….when the city’s face…. was a postcard
The world was found… in a movie downtown ……on Saturday
There were all kinds of steeples, all kinds of people
Singing the same song
They put trust in a man …up on a stand ….. in Holyland, USA
Heaven is my hometown…heaven is my hometown
Heaven is my hometown.
Time was unkind…. to the town left behind… now photos in hallways
Our heros of history…are immortals of mystery…. that no one recalls
Even the ghost on the green….hasn’t been seen…. he’s moved to Miami …
And the mill is a mall…where there’s wall after wall after hall after hall …
Heaven is my hometown…heaven is my hometown
Heaven is my hometown.
This is the place where I was born
The house I used to live in
The home where my heart is
The family I was given
They burn in my blood
They’re bound in my brain
With a thunder in my soul
That forever will remain…..’cause
Old faded treasures… bring back old pleasures….that mist up my mind
Wishing time could erase ….. that clock’s old face…. just to hear it ring
But hat one man committee, ….looks after this city…from high on the hill
His cross is still there…. I swear I can hear …… the Big Boss sing
Heaven is my hometown….Heaven is my Hometown
This is where I came from
Where I learned how to fly
I’ll ride that highway to happiness ….on a star across the sky
Cause Heaven is my hometown…heaven is my hometown
Heaven is my hometown.
Songwriting Inspiration:
If you grew up in Waterbury, Connecticut in the 40’s and 50’s, you knew you lived in heaven. There was a neon cross built on the highest point…built by my best friends, Ralph Sr. and Ralph Jr Giuliano in the 50’s. You couldn’t drive on I- 84 without seeing it for miles. |