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
Chorus
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
Chorus