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Names have held me in the gray light of dawn
Before morning had come, after night time had gone
They held me with hands, that hadn't a claim
A claim to my life. A right to my name
Brown arms in Houston, that called after me
Soft words in Georgia, that rose from the sea
Names twist like vines, all windy and green
That climb on the fence post, that reach after me
There's Denver, Jackson, there's Tulsa and more
There's none that said home. There's none with a door
Brown arms in Houston, that called after me
Soft words in Georgia, that rose from the sea
Brown arms in Houston, that called after me
Brown arms in Houston, that called after me
Brown arms in Houston, that called after me