On the Road to Morgantown
Another lyrics-first song written in yoga ashram isolation in the mountains, music added when I got home.
I was born in Morgantown, West Virginia, 51 years ago. I've never been back since my mom and dad moved when I was a baby. One of these days maybe I'll return.
On the road to Morgantown back to my mountain roots
One step at a time breaking in some new black boots
Met up with some minstrels playing mandolins and flutes
On the road to Morgantown no one with which to speak
Late one afternoon pitched my tent by a muddy creek
Met some silent Buddhists and I stayed there for a week
On the road to Morgantown my watch ran out of ticks
Found myself a divining rod and practiced magic tricks
Such a long long way from college and my life of politics
On the road to Morgantown made my own ways and means
At a roadside stand I bought some collard greens
at a general store I stocked up on cans of beans
On the road to Morgantown I met a girl so fair
Took me to her cottage led me to an easy chair
Almost fell in love but I soon grew restless there
On the road to Morgantown however long it takes
Heard hooting owls and howling wolves and even hissing snakes
I can almost smell and even taste the pies that Grandma bakes
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