Robb Justice

There’s a little town called Becida
Up northern Minnesota where the Mississippi can only get wider
Where the stars seem to shine a little bit brighter
Sits a little town called Becida

I like to lay there in the meadow beside you
Hear the timber wolves howling all night
In the sky we see the northern lights
As I lay beside you in Becida

I want to be beside you
And there’s a tavern up the road we can go
when your load needs to feel just a little bit lighter
We can dance and hold each other tighter
I want to be beside you in Becida

I could live there beside you
See the snow make the pine trees white
Sing the summertime sweet songs I write you
As I live beside you in Becida

I want to be beside you
And there’s a tavern up the road we can go
when your load needs to feel just a little bit lighter
We can dance and hold each other tighter
I want to be beside you in Becida
I want to be beside you in Becida
I want to be beside you in Becida

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