Black dirt and clay (Peter Case) run free that's the way to be all day long running wild with my best friend right by my side I haven't seen him for a while dig deep in the black dirt and clay one summer's morn beneath the pine trees way out back of the place where I was born raw fingers reach for something neighbor children staring down musk of the wet earth rising ancient treasure buried in the ground I've got to get back there again I miss that place with all my heart running free with my first friends I loved them right from the start we were digging a hole to China with a silver spade jump up on and shove it down in the black dirt and clay caught in the woods at sundown tangled in creeping vines thorns tearing at our face and hands by the water we'll be fine up the cliffs laughing calling pine needles, roots and shale to the fork and over three beams a hidden spot on a secret trail I've got to get back there again I miss that place with all my heart running free with my first friends we grew up and we grew apart now we're scattered and lost all across the USA picked up by the wind and tossed or under black dirt and clay graveyard on the edge of town watching the blackbirds fly lay back and see the white clouds pass a bottomless blue sky steel rails to California 3000 miles away I'll go and now I've warned you I'm still dreaming of that day I've got to get back there again I miss that place with all my heart running free with my first friends we grew up and we grew apart we were digging a hole to China with a silver spade jump up on and shove it down In the black dirt and clay TRUMPET BLAST MUSIC/BMI ©2000 Vanguard Records.