I bin searchin and a hungerin so long
Keepsa lookin for the end … of the trail
and all I sees is more grey, muddy water
more pale, scales, pictures o’ ma daughter
doin things, sayin things, she aint oughtta
My life! I bin kickin stones since I were six
walkin roads with this train tumblin after
Smoke train, cattle train, gridded an cold
while I’se bin searching for that cave full o’gold
an I nose its round here some place, baby!
My pappy he once hit me round the face
Says, now son listen, this is just to tell you
Aint no one knows you better than your self
When you is on your knees, that is the safest place
Now get up son and be a MAN sometime!
I bin travellin on my knees for a lo-ong time
I bin tryin to be good like my pappy
Eeen though that double ba-stard!
Tricked me an ma mom and left us
Holding no more than a pile a’ bills and a shack!
Am listenin to this good ole’ night owl hollar
He over there in them black-green bushes
I like to see them flyin cos they do what I cain
Fly outta this damn place and keep flyin
Thass what I’do do anywaze … nice talkin’
written byedenbray 31.01.2012
Into tributes at moment – this is tribute to Linda Manz
~ just love voice over on ‘Days Of Heaven’
Linda: This farmer, he had a big spread, and a lot of money. Whoever was sitting in a chair when he’d come around, why they’d stand up and give it to him.
Linda: Wasn’t no harm in him. You’d give him a flower, he’d keep it forever.