Where The Stories Grow

Lyrics/Music: Don de Leaumont

I just tell it like it is

I just see it as I see

I just hear it as I hear

That’s how I like to be

And it seems to me, there’s a song in there I know.

A hand shake with a friend

A kiss from a lover

Many drunken hazy nights

And some fights w/ my brother

And it seems to me, there’s a song in there I know.

And this is the place, where the stories grow.

I have sat out on the back

And watched the muddy river flow

From a porch in Athens, GA with this girl I know

And it seems to me, there’s a song in there I know.

I have walked the muddy streets

Of my old home New Orleans

I have heard the evening whistle of the Cajun Queen

And it seems to me, there’s a song in there I know.

And this is the place, where the stories grow.

I have played the coffee house

For a handful of my friends.

We shared our songs & laughter

I hope this never ends…

And it seems to me, that there’s a song in there I know.

I have seen the stars come falling

From the sky just like the rain

I have longed to see the world

From the boxcar of a train

And it seems to me, there’s a song in there I know.

And this is the place, where the stories grow.