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    2010 - 05.29

    Just the other day I found myself walking on the road

    Headin’ south feeling my load of years

    The miles come harder than they used to

    I’m all tore up about the state of Blues

    Blue is what I feel.

    Blues come from my guitar

    Blue used to be my favorite color

    Until pain erased it from my eyes.

     

    Walkin, I’m walking, not talkin’

    These southern roads are so sublime.

    Yearning, hearts burnin’

    Will you ever be that kind?

     

    This road has taken my companions.

    Who turned off and went their own ways

    Some got lost in the canyons

    Some just gave up on the way.

    I seen all of these endings

    But begingings are very few.

    Just want to find a rest stop

    Someplace where I can enjoy the view

     

    Walkin, I’m walking not talkin’

    These southern roads are so sublime.

    Yearning, hearts burnin’

    Will you ever be that kind?

     (SG2010)

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