Saturday, I drove into town. In the co-op where your friends hang out. I heard one say "What's she doing here?". Well, I held my head up high, swallowed my bitter tears..
I walked the streets of this little town. Late last night when it all shut down. Feeling stuck between lost and found and nowhere. . Using my memory for a map.
Where'd you get the number. Where'd you get the matches. In a motel room. Were they lying in a drawer with your old. boyscott badges. I think I know the truth.
Oh, the sun rolls down, big as a miracle. And fades from the Midwest sky. And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze. As if to say goodbye. . Oh, my grandfather stood right here as a younger man.
He ran hard, he ran fast. A fallen angel on a weekend pass. Never looked forward, never looked back. A blaze of glory down a one way track. . I hear the whistle.
You can't run from your blues. You can't waltz across Texas in a beat up Subaru. So I sat a bar down the street from Pete's garage. Then you walked in,like a long legged,sweet mirage.
Verse1. Such a great big world. Growing up in a little town. So I thought i'd take a spin around. There's beauty everywhere. It sparkles and it shines.
Well, I was headed home from work, when my car broke down. I started into walkin', when I heard a joyful sound. It was gospel music. Comin' from a church house down the street.
Oh I might as well be talking to the wall. . I've known so long with me, you've been unsatisfied. So I finally found the strength to say goodbye. Why already I've forgot a million memories.
Was the year the west was burning, I. was on a mountain sleeping I. woke up a-dreaming. about you. I was walking down a road of dust and bones and ash and following a burning set of tracks that led to you.
Come thou fount of every blessing. tune my heart to sing Thy praise. streams of mercy, never ceasing. offer songs of loudest praise. . Sing me some melodious song.
(Bobby E. Boyd/David Leone). . This small town ain't such a bad little place. It's home but I could sure use some place. City limit signs are closing in on me.
(Clarence Gibson). . Well you think you got troubles. Man listen to me. I'll tell you a story as it happened you see. . I got four little kids a-waiting at home.
(Mark Erelli). . When I was a boy. I went to hear this picker play. I still recall his blue guitar. Like it was yesterday. I was a powder keg a-waitin'.
(Dennis Brennan & Kevin Barry). . Down on this row there ain't much to do. So I close my eyes and dream about you. You and that guy I met once or twice.
(Mark Erelli). . Every year about this time I think of leaving. But every year about this time I never go. I'm the only one I am deceiving. This town sinks its teeth in deep and it don't let go.
(Mark Erelli). . I read the paper. I watch the news. It seems there's only pain and sufferin'. And there ain't much I can do. It's so senseless. I feel defenseless.
(Mark Erelli). . The government man. Started building his dam. Then he told us it was all for the best. 'Cause they were tearing it down. They were drowning our town.
When the sun comes back. And the first quail calls. Follow the drinking gourd. The old man is waiting. For to carry you to freedom. Follow the drinking gourd.
The Devil's train is long and black. And it rides on rails of tears. And it's headed for destruction now. With a drunken engineer. . Oh, see the greatness of the crowd.