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Big Steam Wheel

I was raised beneath a silver sun down in western Tennessee
Now my home is on the water where God meant for it to be
I never really settled down I never found the reasons why
I just kept my feet moving Mississippi on my mind
I guess I should be proud cause I live in such an age
Where mankind rules the world and does everything his way
Are we really in control when we’ve forgotten how to feel
It’s just a few more turns on the big steam wheel

I had a girl down in Nashville had another in Detroit
My conscious told me it was wrong I never listened to that voice
It took me years to forgive myself It’ll take me longer to forget
I wish i was like that river rushing on without regrets
But like the water on the levee the years are damned inside my head
Sometimes the devil tells me I’d be better off dead
Oh Living just gets harder death is such a lousy deal
I’ll take a few more turns on the big steam wheel

Its mostly quiet on the water it helps a restless mind to think
That’s what keeps me going that’s why I stay with her til she sinks
But tonight the city echoes with celebrations on the street
The soldiers have returned and victory’s their marching beat
I guess i’ll never know that feeling of returning home at last
I’ll never have a crowd rejoicing or roses lining up my path
I’ll just live a simple life and pray before my meals
I’ll take a few more turns on the big steam wheel

It don’t take a four walled prison to make a person feel alone
For many live in chains on the wide and open roads
If an angel visits you at night you better welcome her to stay
She’ll help you treasure all that living and send your soul away
I know it won’t be long until my judgement comes
It’s on every faded moon and on every sinking sun
Death is on the hunt like a hound dog at our heels
It’s just a few more turns on the big steam wheel

Carry on Down the Road

There was a man who lived in the city
Society told him he had to make money
He worked in an office on 4th & Main,
A mighty fine place for going insane
One day he got on the wrong commute
It took him to the country still wearing his suit
Now he works the road as a hitchhiking man
Singing this song all across the land

I got to go, I got to go, I got to carry on down the road
I got to go, I got to go, I got to carry on down the road

There was another man with a broken heart
He spent a lot of time down in the dark
Couldn’t wake him up with his mama’s own shout
Couldn’t use a crane to pull him out
One day a pretty woman passed him by
So good looking that he opened his eyes
To all his troubles he said so long
Chased her up the road just singing this song

I got to go, I got to go, I got to carry on down the road
I got to go, I got to go, I got to carry on down the road

There was a young man who went to jail
He didn’t have a friend to pay his bail
Serving for a crime that he didn’t mean to do
Made a few mistakes like me and you
He finally got out but the world hadn’t changed
Still full of hate, still full of blame
He learned his lesson it was plain to see
It’s one-in-a-million who really is free

I got to go, I got to go, I got to carry on down the road
I got to go, I got to go, I got to carry on down the road

There was a skinny kid who was good at math
Always got picked on after class
They stuffed in a locker with a sign that said
”You can’t solve every problem using your head”
Five years later he’s taking a trip
Flying over Earth in a rocket ship
He looked out the window and he said with a smile
”So long suckers i’m leaving in style”

I got to go, I got to go, I got to carry on down the road
I got to go, I got to go, I got to carry on down the road

If you’re one of those people who don’t belong
I’m here to give ya you’re very own song
Oldest song in history, saved a lot of people from their misery
You can sing it of you’re high, you can sing it if you’re low
Sing it in the still, sing it on the go
If you’re broken and you wanna be fixed
Remember these words and they go like this

I got to go, I got to go, I got to carry on down the road
I got to go, I got to go, I got to carry on down the road

Country Preacher

He was raised in Memphis, an orphan boy
A southern family’s adopted joy
He found Jesus at an altar call
The singers sang I Surrender All

He got married and they moved out West
To preach the gospel in their Sunday best
He loaded his pickup truck with revival tents
And the Good News followed them wherever they went

He’s a country preacher, knows his bible well
His sermons shake the very walls of hell
You will not find him on your T.V.
He follows Jesus most humbly

No fancy building, just an old grange hall
And an upright piano bouncing off the walls
The folks would gather from all over town
Singing “I once was lost, but now I’m found”

He’s a country preacher, knows his bible well
His sermons shake the very walls of hell
You will not find him on your T.V.
He follows Jesus most humbly

The crowds were small but he knew all their names
And when he preached, well some of them got saved
Now when he’s taken to his home on high
There’s a small town crowd waiting on the other side

He’s a country preacher, knows his bible well
His sermons shake the very walls of hell
You will not find him on your T.V.
He follows Jesus most humbly

Bad Timing Blues

I met her on a Sunday morning the sun was coming over the hill
I didn’t have much to offer then but she was looking at me still
But love had already shown her things she never wanted to know
She spent a lot of time with me just learning to let go

She was busy looking backwards, had better things to do
Left me with a cold-hearted case of those bad timing blues

She was on a train to San Francisco, left me at the Seattle station
I was trying to believe that she never left that her mind was a’busy changin’
But that trains on a one-way track and it’s always making perfect time
I guess I’m finished wasting hers if she is finished wasting mine

She was busy looking backwards, had better things to do
Left me with a cold-hearted case of those bad timing blues

I left her in the August rain outside a cafe in Vancouver
She cried “this would be the last goodbye” and this time i believed her
Well many days have passed and gone and oh how the times barely changed
Cept I heard she’s living in Michigan and she is looking for a different name

She was busy looking backwards, had better things to do
Left me with a cold-hearted case of those bad timing blues

Maybe down the road somewhere if the fates do allow
Our shadows will meet in some alley way on the wrong side of town
But this ain’t some old time movie there’s no red curtain resolve
No it’s just a terrible mistake that neither of us could ever solve

She was busy looking backwards, had better things to do
Left me with a cold-hearted case of those bad timing blues

The past is like a salesman who comes knockin’ at my door
I gave him everything I got but he still comes back for more
I spend a lot of time alone but I walk those busy streets
I see the same lonesome look on every face I meet

She was busy looking backwards, had better things to do
Left me with a cold-hearted case of those bad timing blues

 

Big Steam Wheel

Carry on Down the Road

Country Preacher

Bad Timing Blues

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