Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Sometimes you just have to find a place to stand and lean up against a wall or lamppost. Seems there is always somebody checking you out whether it is a cop, a girl or some redneck that might want to do in a longhair. At least it was nice to think some girl might be checking me out.
- Lodi/ Credence Clearwater Revival
Just about a year ago, I set out on the road,
Seekin’ my fame and fortune, lookin’ for a pot of gold.
Things got bad, and things got worse, I guess you will know the tune.
Oh, Lord, stuck in Lodi again.
Rode in on the Greyhound, I’ll be walkin’ out if I go.
I was just passin’ through, must be seven months or more.
Ran out of time and money, looks like they took my friends.
Oh, Lord, I’m stuck in Lodi again.
I traveled through Lodi on California Highway 99 quite a few times. Lodi is near Elk Grove which is home to the Gibson Winery (pheasant brand muscatel) and bottling factory (the favorite wino choice). I always took comfort in the memory of this song when I was stranded in some Podunk town.
- Truckin’/ Grateful Dead
Truckin’, like the do-dah man once told me,”You’ve got to play your hand”
Sometimes your cards ain’t worth a dime, if you don’t lay’em down.
Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me; Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me, what a long, strange trip its’ been.
The line “What a long, strange trip its’ been.” says it all.
-Ride Me Down Easy/ Waylon Jennings
This highway she’s hotter than nine kinds of hell
The rides are as scarce as the rain
When you’re down to your last shuck with nothing to sell
And too far away from the train.
Nevada Desert Summer heat, No Rides and thoughts of catching a train!
-I’ve Been Everywhere/ Johnny Cash
I was totin’ my pack along the long dusty Winnemucca road
When along came a semi with a high canvas covered load
If your goin' to Winnemucca, Mack with me you can ride
And so I climbed into the cab and then I settled down inside
He asked me if I'd seen a road with so much dust and sand
And I said, "Listen! I've traveled every road in this here land!"
I've been everywhere, man
I've been everywhere, man
Crossed the deserts bare, man
I've breathed the mountain air, man
Of travel I've had my share, man
I've been everywhere
Feelings of having been everywhere and memories of Winnemucca!
-He’s Gone/ Grateful Dead
Now he's gone, now he's gone Lord he's gone, he's gone.
Like a steam locomotive, rollin' down the track
He's gone, gone, nothin's gonna bring him back...He's gone.
There usually isn’t any going back once you’re gone.
-Detroit City/ Bobby Bare
I want to go home, I want to go home,
Oh Lord, I want to go home,
Home folks think I'm big in Detroit city,
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine,
But by day I make the cars,
by night I make the bars,
If only they could read between the lines,
Longing to be home and questioning one’s lifestyle.
-Me and Bobbie McGee/ Janis Joplin
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train
and I'm feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained;
it rode us all the way to New Orleans.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing don't mean nothing honey if it ain't free, now.
And feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
you know feeling good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
What’s Freedom if you don’t have anything?
Feeling good is a transient feeling, (no pun intended.)
-500 Miles Away from Home/ Bobby Bare - 1st and 2nd stanzas
-500 Miles/ Peter Paul and Mary – Chorus and last stanza
I'm five hundred miles away from home
Teardrops fell on mama's note when I read the things she wrote
She said we miss you son we love you come on home
Well I didn't have to pack I had it all right on my back
Now I'm five hundred miles away from home
Away from home away from home cold and tired and all alone
Yes I'm five hundred miles away from home
I know this is the same road I took the day I left home
But it sure looks different now
Well I guess I look different too cause time changes everything
I wonder what they'll say when they see their boy looking this way
Oh I wonder what they'll say when I get home
Can't remember when I ate it's just thumb and walk and wait
And I'm still five hundred miles away from home
Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name
Lord I can’t go a-home this a-way
This a-away, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way,
Lord I can’t go a-home this a-way.
If you miss the train I’m on you will know that I am gone
you can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
Similar sentiments to Detroit City and Bobby McGee, life seems can be an eternity when you are a long way from nowhere’sville.
Is Anybody Going to San Antone/ Charley Pride
Rain dripping off the brim of my hat
it sure is cold today and here I am 'a walking down sixty-six
Wish she hadn't done me that way
Sleeping under a table at a road side park
A man could wake up dead
Is anybody goin’ to San Antone
Or Phoenix Arizona
Anyplace is alright as long as I
Can forget I've ever known her.
Kind of like, “I’ve Been Everywhere”, except I’ve slept everywhere, under bridges, city parks, hostels, stranger’s houses, in culverts and by the side of the road, in old cars, under road signs and in haystacks. “Anyplace is alright…”
Then there are the offers that one turns down knowing you might well wake up dead!
- Lodi/ Credence Clearwater Revival
Just about a year ago, I set out on the road,
Seekin’ my fame and fortune, lookin’ for a pot of gold.
Things got bad, and things got worse, I guess you will know the tune.
Oh, Lord, stuck in Lodi again.
Rode in on the Greyhound, I’ll be walkin’ out if I go.
I was just passin’ through, must be seven months or more.
Ran out of time and money, looks like they took my friends.
Oh, Lord, I’m stuck in Lodi again.
I traveled through Lodi on California Highway 99 quite a few times. Lodi is near Elk Grove which is home to the Gibson Winery (pheasant brand muscatel) and bottling factory (the favorite wino choice). I always took comfort in the memory of this song when I was stranded in some Podunk town.
- Truckin’/ Grateful Dead
Truckin’, like the do-dah man once told me,”You’ve got to play your hand”
Sometimes your cards ain’t worth a dime, if you don’t lay’em down.
Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me; Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me, what a long, strange trip its’ been.
The line “What a long, strange trip its’ been.” says it all.
-Ride Me Down Easy/ Waylon Jennings
This highway she’s hotter than nine kinds of hell
The rides are as scarce as the rain
When you’re down to your last shuck with nothing to sell
And too far away from the train.
Nevada Desert Summer heat, No Rides and thoughts of catching a train!
-I’ve Been Everywhere/ Johnny Cash
I was totin’ my pack along the long dusty Winnemucca road
When along came a semi with a high canvas covered load
If your goin' to Winnemucca, Mack with me you can ride
And so I climbed into the cab and then I settled down inside
He asked me if I'd seen a road with so much dust and sand
And I said, "Listen! I've traveled every road in this here land!"
I've been everywhere, man
I've been everywhere, man
Crossed the deserts bare, man
I've breathed the mountain air, man
Of travel I've had my share, man
I've been everywhere
Feelings of having been everywhere and memories of Winnemucca!
-He’s Gone/ Grateful Dead
Now he's gone, now he's gone Lord he's gone, he's gone.
Like a steam locomotive, rollin' down the track
He's gone, gone, nothin's gonna bring him back...He's gone.
There usually isn’t any going back once you’re gone.
-Detroit City/ Bobby Bare
I want to go home, I want to go home,
Oh Lord, I want to go home,
Home folks think I'm big in Detroit city,
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine,
But by day I make the cars,
by night I make the bars,
If only they could read between the lines,
Longing to be home and questioning one’s lifestyle.
-Me and Bobbie McGee/ Janis Joplin
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train
and I'm feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained;
it rode us all the way to New Orleans.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing don't mean nothing honey if it ain't free, now.
And feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
you know feeling good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
What’s Freedom if you don’t have anything?
Feeling good is a transient feeling, (no pun intended.)
-500 Miles Away from Home/ Bobby Bare - 1st and 2nd stanzas
-500 Miles/ Peter Paul and Mary – Chorus and last stanza
I'm five hundred miles away from home
Teardrops fell on mama's note when I read the things she wrote
She said we miss you son we love you come on home
Well I didn't have to pack I had it all right on my back
Now I'm five hundred miles away from home
Away from home away from home cold and tired and all alone
Yes I'm five hundred miles away from home
I know this is the same road I took the day I left home
But it sure looks different now
Well I guess I look different too cause time changes everything
I wonder what they'll say when they see their boy looking this way
Oh I wonder what they'll say when I get home
Can't remember when I ate it's just thumb and walk and wait
And I'm still five hundred miles away from home
Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name
Lord I can’t go a-home this a-way
This a-away, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way,
Lord I can’t go a-home this a-way.
If you miss the train I’m on you will know that I am gone
you can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
Similar sentiments to Detroit City and Bobby McGee, life seems can be an eternity when you are a long way from nowhere’sville.
Is Anybody Going to San Antone/ Charley Pride
Rain dripping off the brim of my hat
it sure is cold today and here I am 'a walking down sixty-six
Wish she hadn't done me that way
Sleeping under a table at a road side park
A man could wake up dead
Is anybody goin’ to San Antone
Or Phoenix Arizona
Anyplace is alright as long as I
Can forget I've ever known her.
Kind of like, “I’ve Been Everywhere”, except I’ve slept everywhere, under bridges, city parks, hostels, stranger’s houses, in culverts and by the side of the road, in old cars, under road signs and in haystacks. “Anyplace is alright…”
Then there are the offers that one turns down knowing you might well wake up dead!
