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Another collaboration with brother Will (Willnlf). My kids are out, my wife is in the city , and I had four hours alone to play. Will sent me the lyrics a few weeks ago - I hope I did him justice.
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Lyrics
He headed west when it was done
some wreckage left behind
didn’t mean to hurt no one
just had to clear his mind
from a decade of confusion
had to clear the air
to find if he was someone
who could feel or really care
He had a destination
but he didn’t have a plan
just had to spend some time alone
just had to see the land
so he packed all his belongings
in his old VW
set out for the open road
weary, kinda blue
He has to hit the road they say
it’s the asphalt in his veins
he has to keep on moving
just a memory remains
And he saw the autumn colors
he saw Niagara Falls
he crossed a lake to Canada
where the northern winter calls
he felt his spirits rising
he felt his soul shake free
as the road slipped by beneath him
and his eyes could finally see
chorus
He skirted round the Great Lakes
crossed the northern plains
bought a pack of Lucky Strikes
raced the long freight trains
he kept a pint of whiskey
on the floor beneath his feet
he sipped it as the miles clipped by
like a drummer’s steady beat
By the time he reached Montana
he’d left the past behind
at least that’s what he told himself
in his heart and in his mind
When he saw the Rocky Mountains
he knew that he was home
no one had to tell him
he could feel it in the stone.
chorus
So he stopped in Colorado
he puts his root down there
surrounded by the pine trees
he breathed the cold clean air
he played some blue grass music
he climbed some mountain peaks
some days he had a lot to say
some days he’d hardly speak
chorus
Now and then the road calls out
the road that travels west
he gets that haunting feeling
he thinks it would be best
to hit the open road again
to take another look
to add another chapter
to a never ending book
chorus
some wreckage left behind
didn’t mean to hurt no one
just had to clear his mind
from a decade of confusion
had to clear the air
to find if he was someone
who could feel or really care
He had a destination
but he didn’t have a plan
just had to spend some time alone
just had to see the land
so he packed all his belongings
in his old VW
set out for the open road
weary, kinda blue
He has to hit the road they say
it’s the asphalt in his veins
he has to keep on moving
just a memory remains
And he saw the autumn colors
he saw Niagara Falls
he crossed a lake to Canada
where the northern winter calls
he felt his spirits rising
he felt his soul shake free
as the road slipped by beneath him
and his eyes could finally see
chorus
He skirted round the Great Lakes
crossed the northern plains
bought a pack of Lucky Strikes
raced the long freight trains
he kept a pint of whiskey
on the floor beneath his feet
he sipped it as the miles clipped by
like a drummer’s steady beat
By the time he reached Montana
he’d left the past behind
at least that’s what he told himself
in his heart and in his mind
When he saw the Rocky Mountains
he knew that he was home
no one had to tell him
he could feel it in the stone.
chorus
So he stopped in Colorado
he puts his root down there
surrounded by the pine trees
he breathed the cold clean air
he played some blue grass music
he climbed some mountain peaks
some days he had a lot to say
some days he’d hardly speak
chorus
Now and then the road calls out
the road that travels west
he gets that haunting feeling
he thinks it would be best
to hit the open road again
to take another look
to add another chapter
to a never ending book
chorus
alfalpha
this tune really makes me want to get in the car. Great song Bud, kinda reminds me of Zappa meets Captain Beefheart meets the Butthole Surfers!
FFFFAVED!
(where are the bloody car keys....?!)