Byland - Albuquerque Lyrics

Everybody's got that place
That town
That patch of ground
Where there roots are found
Where you learn to dream and ride a bike
Everybody's got that place
And for me it's Albuquerque

It's the land down south where the Harley's roar
Over the Sandias air balloons soar
I won't forget the sound of the bell on grove
Or the taste of horchata down the road

My home may have changed
But part of me remains
In the land that still enchants
My memories, My memories
My sins are still running
Through the veins of that land
I was washed by the waters
Of the Rio Grande

Walking barefoot to the corner store
A group like us was hard to ignore
We paid the shopping carts no mind
The people of the roads taught us to be kind

No more is the church with no steeple
Or the preacher who loved the broken people
No more is the church with no steeple
Or the preacher who loved the broken people
But in the valley there's a stone
I go there when I feel alone

My home may have changed
But part of me remains
In the land that still enchants
My memories, My memories
My sins are still running
Through the veins of that land
I was washed by the waters
Of the Rio Grande

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
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