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    ** There's the old adage that you can't go back home again. Well you
    can, there's just not many places where it'll be the same...
     

        Down the Road (Tim Grimm)

        Down the road about 5 miles from here
        The highway moans as it grows each year
        Bringing business in from far away
        with foreign dollars for the worker's pay
        Workers come and then the workers go
        hop on the freeway and down the road
        To mortgaged houses and mortgaged lives
        To tv dinners and tv wives

        The night is brighter than it used to be
        a new convienience store sells gasoline
        It never closes they say it's the best
        (It's) got lotto tickets and cigarettes

        (chorus)
        The other day there was a crash
        Another dreamer who's not coming back
        They hung her jacket on a cross
        You cross the center line we all get lost
        Driving blindly we can't see the light
        Driving blindly we can't know what's right

        Down the road about 5 miles from here
        I remember when the air was clear
        and it was quiet and time was slow
        hawk on the fencepost would watch the road
        Close your eyes and turn your head
        All is gone and there ain't nothin' said
        Fields of golden, fields of green
        a border forest , a country stream

        (chorus)

        ...maybe this is what the Red Man felt--
        They lost the land and then they lost themselves.

     

        © 2000 Steel Cabinet Publishing BMI

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