Gone

Well I’m driving through Nevada, as fast as I can

Fresh from Lake Tahoe with a nugget wrapped in a set list

I’m heading south of Boise with campefire in my hair

I’ve been losing all my inhibitions somewhere out here

They say I live the life romantic, I ain’t got a penny to my name

I could come here and leave with nothing and be happy just the same

These people they climb the pulpit they try to convince me to stay

But I don’t stick around long enough to hear what they have to say

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I’m gone, gone, gone

Like shadows on your lawn

Like cold wind blowing strong

I go back down like the sun and I’m always there

These people ain’t got much they just clap and sing along

But thats all a folk singer could ever want

Some of these bosses are saints and some of them ain’t

But from Austin to Missoula I just do whatever it takes

And this preacher digs my music but he’s worried about my soul

Says if I don’t playing guitar he reckons I won’t die at all

Cause I play on this thing more often than I breathe

If you can’t kill me in mid-song then you can’t kill me

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This wide eyed local finds me and he throws me to the ground

He says, you look just like Jesus without the blood without the crown

He begs me for salvation, I give him a meager dose

Just enough to get him going to the next folk show

And I’ve been dreaming of the woman who simply lets me want her

With lips as red as Moab, as wet as Gualala

She holds me in her arms, she treats me like a prayer

She says. I won’t let you die lest you first promise to live

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