Vague Directions

This place you say you're looking for

That's a place I used to know

Don't know the number of the road

But I can tell you how to go

Head on down 'till the pavement ends

Used to go back there now and then

I Used to know it like the back of my hand

When I was just a boy

This place you say you're looking for

It's a good ways off the track

It'd take a quarter tank of Firechief

Just getting there and back

And of course there wasn't no pavement then

Once you got yourself around that bend

There wasn't nothing but the whistling wind

When I was just a boy

And the light shines long ago

On the cold December snow

And the river runs on through the (golden) past

I can see it in the bottom of the (whiskey) glass

Ain't seen you around here before

You kin to someone I know

What was your mama's name

Before she moved away

Did she tell you about that place up there

Did she show you how to curl that hair

A grown man would have never dared

When I was just a boy

Just like yesterday

This place you say you're looking for

Might have washed out with the rain

It Might not be there anymore

It Might not be the same

But if you find it won't you let me know

If I weren't so poorly I'd surely go

Don't you know I used to love it so

When I was just a boy