Mountains…

I wrote this song after getting down from the Forks of Salmon. I no longer have my old Martin, but it felt kinda good to play it on my new Guild, even though there is no campfire and no mountain to sit on out here. A very kind friend saw me drowning without a guitar and bought me one for Christmas this year, something that Ill be forever grateful for….

There is no explanations I do owe ya

No gold plated promises to visit or to call ya

And the only place that I feel free these days

Is with a long stretch of road behind me

And a good long stretch ahead

Its just there’s mountains in the way

But its always been that way I guess

And that long black cloud settles over my head to rest

And the only place that I feel free these days

Is with a long stretch of road behind me

And a long stretch of road ahead

You all ask me where I’ve come from and where Im going

Dont y’all know my resentments slowly growing

And like a cancer it will chew you up

So I tell ya

Ive a long stretch of road behind me

And a good long stretch ahead.

So pack up my troubles in an old kit bag

Sink or swim there’s still fun to be had

That old scythe sweeper is tugging at my shirt

But its life I fear, death really shouldn’t hurt

Its just there’s mountains in the way

But it’s always been that way I guess

And that long black cloud settles over my head to rest

And the only place that I feel free these days

Is with a long stretch of road behind me

And a good long stretch ahead.

I came across Carmen crying in the gutter

She said my friend’s gone an’ left me

And I know it shouldn’t matter

I said Carmen girl, you’ve had plenty of time

To think things through

You need better friends, that much is true

She said there’s mountains in my way

But its always been that way, I guess

And that long black cloud always

Settles over my head to rest

And the only place that I feel free these days

Is with a long stretch of road behind me

And a good long stretch ahead.

Now there is ink under everybody’s skin

But Carmen she got clean and now preaches Original Sin

Carmen ditched her friend, she keeps better company

And we are all waiting for him to show up

And lead us on to Calvery.

Its just there’s mountains in the way

but its always been that way I guess

And that long black cloud settles over my head to rest

And the only place place that I feel free these days

Is with a long stretch of road behind me

And a good long stretch ahead.

I took my hand to the edge of the mountain, but I aint no Hendrix

I tried to put time in a bottle, but hey, thats no way to end this

The Roadhouse closed its doors in ’72,

But you opened your heart to me and I opened mine to you

Its just we had mountains in the way

But its always been that way I guess

And that long black cloud settles over our heads to rest

And the only place that we felt free those days

Was with a long stretch of road behind us

And a good long stretch ahead.

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