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Will wrote: Watched a documentary about Woody Guthrie and Leadbelly and this lyric popped out. Tuck it away in the folder if you like it. Adios!
Well I was messing around with this song that took on a life of it's own - as most do - seeing as I have no idea where I'm headed most of the time. I actually thought I was gonna do a Velvet Underground style thing - then I started cutting and pasting my guitar and before long I was lost - but I started hearing a freight train. Then I remembered Will's lyric.
This all happened fast in one sitting and may be a demo to be reopened at another time - but for now - it is what it is.
Well I was messing around with this song that took on a life of it's own - as most do - seeing as I have no idea where I'm headed most of the time. I actually thought I was gonna do a Velvet Underground style thing - then I started cutting and pasting my guitar and before long I was lost - but I started hearing a freight train. Then I remembered Will's lyric.
This all happened fast in one sitting and may be a demo to be reopened at another time - but for now - it is what it is.
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Lyrics
Sometimes I wake up early
Hours before the sun
I hear a freight train rollin’ through
On its southbound run
Its haunting whistle echoes
Beckons in the night
My restless mind starts wandering
Drifts on my inner sight.
I picture Woody Guthrie
Saint Jack Kerouac
Dragging on a Lucky Strike
Down by the railroad tracks
Woody’s with the field hands
Singing a workin’ tune
Jack rides with the hoboes
Shouting poems at the moon.
I soar above the ocean
Waves crashing on the shore
High Sierra granite peaks
The desert’s furnace floor
The fields of old Salinas
San Francisco Bay
Majestic Coastal Redwoods
Calling me away.
And Jack and Woody soar with me
Protecting me like brothers
Urging me to use my voice
Share my words with others
Who sometimes wake up early
Hours before the sun
And hear that freight train rollin’ through
On its southbound run.
Hours before the sun
I hear a freight train rollin’ through
On its southbound run
Its haunting whistle echoes
Beckons in the night
My restless mind starts wandering
Drifts on my inner sight.
I picture Woody Guthrie
Saint Jack Kerouac
Dragging on a Lucky Strike
Down by the railroad tracks
Woody’s with the field hands
Singing a workin’ tune
Jack rides with the hoboes
Shouting poems at the moon.
I soar above the ocean
Waves crashing on the shore
High Sierra granite peaks
The desert’s furnace floor
The fields of old Salinas
San Francisco Bay
Majestic Coastal Redwoods
Calling me away.
And Jack and Woody soar with me
Protecting me like brothers
Urging me to use my voice
Share my words with others
Who sometimes wake up early
Hours before the sun
And hear that freight train rollin’ through
On its southbound run.
michael2
i can hear the Velvets in there. This is genius, everything about it is as it should be: deadpan vocals, that slide gtr, and what a rhythm sound. very cool. it actually sounds more velvety than that song you sent me (which I'm still trying to work something out for), all it needs is a screechy viola. excellent.