Mountains…

for billy…there were just some mountains in the way…

There is no explanation 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

It’s 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

Don’t y’all know my resentments slowly growing

And like a cancer it will chew you up

So I tell ya

I’ve 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.

It’s 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 good long stretch ahead.

I took my hand to the edge of the mountain, but I ain’t no Hendrix

I tried to put time in a bottle, but hey, that’s 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

It’s 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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