He retired on a Wednesday When the call came through Said so long to the highway And that old blacktop crew
Made his way to the mountains Where she was waiting up Been 50 years and counting Banking more than luck
They spent the night on the front porch Weighing every chance He said that old clock's ticking Better learn to dance
They drove him out to the desert Seeking nothing new He tried the cures in the valley And rеligion, too
He cursed the cold and thе wood stoves 'Neath the church house vents He fought the heat and the horseflies In revival tents
And later on that winter When it took its hold He saw the man in the mirror Beaten up and old
And the kids came often And the grandkids, too Bringing all those groceries Crying "I love you"
They wiped the tears from their faces Said "Tell me, what is wrong?" I'm still the same old baby Stuck in Vietnam
And gave way to the silence And the chilly night That little house on Primrose Had never been so quiet
They gathered 'round the bedside Speaking holy words They say, the soul, it lingers That's what I've always heard
And he stared up through the ceiling At the universe Speeding past old memories In a spirit hearse
He rode the waves and the static Of their first T.V He saw the sounds of Fireline And the great Ali
And said, "I can feel it coming I'm a nervous wreck I wonder where I'm going? I wonder what comes next?"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
