old guitars © 1998 hazydavey. scroll down to view larger image. "old guitars" (.mp3) (2.7 mb) 5:49 min. thanks to lynne harrison, for the heron feather.

       old guitars and an urge to ride
       the only way we're satisfied
       life she tried to keep us down
       but we'll always be around

we love the moan of trains
we love this raging sea
we love to feel that deep commotion
from our good old southern breeze
we love the sound of herons
when they're building a new home
and we're gonna keep on travelin
till we make ourselves our own

some go sailin on the sea
some keep waitin for a train
some build houses on a horseback
some put wheels under their shacks
some of us they love old buses
and the squeaking tires' blues
some of us, instead, got nothin
they just travel in their shoes

       with old guitars and an urge to ride
       the only way we're satisfied
       life she tried to keep us down
       but we'll always be round

sometimes i forget to breathe
and my ankles both go weak
sometimes those blues just get too wild
and i go drinkin in the streets
every day it's a new start
think you know just what i mean
but something in this misty moon
tells me you can make it too

       old guitars and an urge to ride
       the only way we're satisfied
       life she tried to keep us down
       but we'll always be around

so it's adios to all we had
please stop dancin on the roof
put some spare bones in the bag
one more hiway's straight ahead
i can't say we'll all be fine
i can't say we're bound for glory
gonna meet you at the crossroads
it's the only moral to this story

       old guitars and an urge to ride
       the only way we're satisfied
       life she tried to keep us down
       but we'll always be around

       life she tried to keep us down
       but my friends and i will always be around
       with old guitars and an urge to ride

© 1998 hazydavey (revised 12-13-98 & 01-22-99)



hazydavey up on the roof, 1998.
photo by fury one. (electronic imaging by hazydavey.)

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