i was born in a town where the rivers run free
i got an irish name and an injury................ a lesson and, a curse cast down on me. so many have the blues like me. it was a cold wind blowing on the night i left...... it's been a long week , i got a slow leak in my right tire. i'm down to my last week.............. run a line with the rail road track, leave everybody sleeping in this sleep town by morning i'll be a run away........and never loog back, pedal to the medal. with every state line i find another part of me........ i'm going to pack my bags and never look back