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PROGRESS

 Written: Near Kayenta AZ, 1975

 

Knees was driving out to Kayenta on the Navajo Reservation to tune a piano when he spied an article on ďProgressĒ on a newspaper on the seat. It inspired him and as he drove he wrote the lyrics to this song. During the song his car broke down and he had to crawl under the car to fix it, but the irony of it all escaped him and he finished the first two verses and chorus before he made Kayenta.

 

I hear the whine of radial tires

Outside my window late at night

Since the freeway came I donít get much sleep

It used to be so peaceful

With a dusty road outside

An with love all around,

You and me the only sound

But now Iíve got

Eighteen-wheelers screamin through my dreams.

 

I got a Quesar color TV

With stations round the dial

An we stay up all hours of the night

But I remember evenins when all I had was you

An the words youíd say, I remember to this day

Oh I wish you were here

To comfort me and sooth my achin eyes.

 

But I guess thatís progress,

Canít stand in its way.

Yesterday we were laughin,

But Iím cryin today

An they call that progress.

 

I got a kingsize lectric blanket

To keep me warm at night

An central air the best that money can buy

But I still wake up cold an lonely

Callin out your name

Ever since youíve gone,

This house just ainít a home

Iím no good on my own

Without your love

To help me through the night.

 

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