Blaze of Fire / Another Country Song single

by Rob Clarke with The Brown Bears

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released January 19, 2015

from 10 Country Greats and 1 Other
Guitar and vocals Rob Clarke Bass Tom Horton Drums Graham Chesters Guitar Alan Gillibrand Piano Ian Ashcroft Pedal Steel Barry Gaskell Songs by Rob Clarke Recording produced by Fran Ashcroft

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Track Name: Blaze of Fire
BLAZE OF FIRE


I’m getting out of here in a blaze of fire
I’m tearing down the road to somewhere higher
Don’t look out for the victims they’re all gone
Brushed out of the pictures you once hung

I’m getting out of here in a blaze of fire
I’m tearing down the road to somewhere higher
Don’t look out for the victims they’re all gone
Brushed out of the pictures you once hung

I met a crooked driver on my way down
He told me what points north it now points south
He gave to me a stone with many sounds
And if you listen you might hear them now

I’m getting out of here in a blaze of fire
I’m tearing down the road to somewhere higher
Don’t look out for the victims they’re all gone
Brushed out of the pictures you once hung

Trying to embrace my guilty heart
Home is where I left to feed my art
What was going on was plain to see
Now I don’t know what will become of me

I’m getting out of here in a blaze of fire
I’m tearing down the road to somewhere higher
Don’t look out for the victims they’re all gone
Brushed out of the pictures you once hung