Way out on the mountain near the sky hidin' from the cold realities of life
(Shaking that old road dust off my heels
I give my heart and mind a chance to heal)
Then I'll go somewhere and sing my songs again
More than likely ride back to the places I've been
(In fairness to my music and my friends) I'll go somewhere and sing my songs
again
(A racoon stole my minnoes in the night I appreciate his need and his appetite)
But like me he doesn't have to roam and it's true that man can't live on bread
alone
Then I'll go somewhere...
Oh it feels so good to have a simple wish where life and death is me and some
old fish
(Poor king sits with a cold beer in his hand
And surveys a clear blue kingdom on the sand)
Then I'll go somewhere...
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