I'm a Blue Eyed Son

Hitch-hiking down the highway,
With a bag and a cheap guitar
Humming a bit of Ticket to Ride,
Kicking rocks at a passing car
Looked once or twice in that frayed old sack,
When I sat a wood fence to rest
A surplus bedroll, a change of socks,
The view, blood red in the west

Some fool yelled out from a 32 Deuce
New York’s the other way!
I was too tired to go and get mad
So I just laughed with him and waved
What was I really lookin’ for
A woman or a holy place
Yellowstone’s hills or Yosemite
Or sweet Amazing Grace

Part of me’s in South Dakota
What’s left blown from Texas skies
A man walking roads to Birmingham
Sliding third in a another life

I’m a blue eyed son of a salesman
A smile on my momma’s face
Takin’ lessons up in Leavenworth
And needin’ Amazing Grace
I’m a blue eyed son of a lonely woman
He left her alone long ago
Stealin’ dreams I never had
Using tricks I shouldn’t know

I'm a Blue Eyed Son

Wayne Cook

Joined August 2008

Artist's Description

The music for this piece is at :
www.myspace.com/mothtoacandle

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