Wild Eyed Serenade

I'm a fly by night stealer, a folk singing junkie

I get high when I can't find my way

I heard Colorado is good to my kind

Maybe I'll go there someday

Well my rhymes are getting tired and my allusions are worn

I'm a preacher with nothing to say

So talk to me Dylan, show me a sign

Before I get carried away

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Angels and highways and old mountain songs

The mandolin plays and the tremolo's long

Cloudy next mornings crawl under the night's parade

It's a hell of a ride, this wild eyed serenade

Heroes and villains, black and while ramblers

Sinners they're just trying to hide

Movers and shakers who talk too damn loud

When I just want to stop for the night

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Melodies linger off in the distance

And mix with those words in my head

The phone is still ringing, why won't she answer

It must have been something I said

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