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THE ROAD

 Written: Third Street, Durango CO, 1973

 

Knees never worked this song out well enough to play it with any of his bands but it seemed like an okay song when he played it at home by himself. Other than having a weird, hard to hit note, stupid lyrics (winning at Keno?), and abject sentimentality, its one of Knees better obscure tunes.

 

I grew up in the back of an old Ford

We were drivin too fast to get bored

Daddy kept the radio playin

He said If you believe in the road

Its just like prayin.

 

Mama left us as we passed through Reno

For a man who was winnin at Keno

Daddy laughed all the way down to Zion

He said If you believe in the road...

Then started cryin.

 

I spent sixteen years on the road with my pa

Drivin in cars, singin in bars

An those sixteen years were the best I ever saw

Sleepin in cars, followin stars.

 

We were busted drivin through Albuquerque

Seems the man was lookin out for me

Daddy said It looks like bad weather

But if you believe in the road well be together.

 

It seems my real father died in San Quentin

So they sent me upstate for detention

Daddy cursed them as they led me away

He said If you believe in the road...

He died that day.

 

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