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    1. Further Down The Line

    From the recording Further Down the Line (2017)

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    Aren't some people just famous for being famous?
    Isn't that about all that they do?
    And couldn't the radio leave you feeling aimless?
    Just a nameless person like you
    But I sure heard the words Woody Guthrie sang
    Even when they didn't quite rhyme
    He knew the heart was the stuff, they'd ring close enough
    Further down the line

    I've painted houses, mopped floors, and washed dishes
    Taught kids, cut grass and moved gear
    Swung hammer, cleaned toilets and dug ditches
    And I even sang songs to sell beer
    But it was all for someone else's dream,
    'Til I set out after mine
    Said, "take this hammer, take it to the captain
    Tell him I'm further down the line"

    I crossed the Fraser, the Columbia, the Mississippi,
    The Allegheny and the Ohio
    Saint Lawrence, Susquehanna, Chattahoochee,
    The Hudson and the Colorado
    I saw the big rigs sleeping in the starry desert
    Saw the snow piled 'round the Yukon pines
    But I couldn't hang around too long in New York town
    Without lookin' further down the line

    Some of the joints in New Orleans ain't pretty
    But the waitresses'll call you "hon"
    And a cop'll stay on the white side of the city
    'Cause they paid for his hat and his gun
    And there's a Gulf War vet by the overpass
    Who says "Bro, can you spare a dime?"
    Who's he kidding? These days a dollar won't be getting
    You any further down the line, boys

    I saw the stars and bars flying in Dixie
    And doomsday prophets on capitol hill
    I saw a fast food mall named after Walt Whitman
    And Gettysburg ghosts wandering still
    If our families are so broken,
    How do we make a family out of humankind?
    We still got promises to break
    And miles to go before we wake further down the line

    I saw the homeless and the houses sitting empty
    I heard the explanations of learned men
    Nowadays they'll rob you with a computer
    'Cause it's faster than a fountain pen
    And if smarter people haven't found a gap in the armour
    Why do I keep trying?
    I still believe there's a world dying to be born
    Further down the line, friends
    Further down the line

    Aw Woody, I been through all kinds of weather
    Been searching all the faces for a sign
    As you know, love's hard to keep together
    As the miles and the years unwind
    And you never run out of blacktop
    Nah, you just run out of time
    That ribbon of songs keeps on winding along
    Ever further, down the line

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