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My life has turned into a series of rest stops, strung together on a ribbon highway. Palm trees and Appalachian furs, Saguaro cactus bending my way. Ain’t got much but I got a name, and I’ll never forget from whence I came; that day my father held me so tight and said that he’d love me forever and always. Got girls waiting in a couple of towns, and as they’re wakin’ up I’m beddin’ down. But for my mistress, I choose the road. The guilt of leaving’s my cross, my load.
So don’t wait up for me. There’s so much more to be seen. Girl, I ain’t nothin’ but bones and steam, to be swallowed up by the Great Machine.
We wrecked a hotel room in Slidell. Lake Ponchartrain, I knew thee well. I seen the sun set over Venice Beach, and the Emerald Coast’s within my reach. But I ain’t settin’ roots, I’m settin’ a charge. Travel up the Mississippi like a St. Louis barge. Drinking Tennessee whiskey under the moonlight, but without you it just don’t seem right.
So don’t wait up for me. There’s so much more to be seen. Girl, I ain’t nothin’ but bones and steam, to be swallowed up by the Great Machine.
I ain’t seen it all yet, but yet I will, until I miss the cedar and I miss the hills. Until I miss my Momma, and my Poppa too, and the satellites that frame the moon. Until I miss Bee Creek where we caught bluegill, and the smell of the garden that’s just been tilled. Until I miss your laugh and your big blue eyes, and the song the frogs sing when the Missouri sun rises.
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