Even further down the road I found a broken old mandolin. Or maybe not. Maybe a little sentimental, but it’s a true story as far as it goes, I can see it out my back window. So I just call it like I see it. True story.
Even When the Road Has Gone:
Tag: Even When The Road is Gone
Even When The Road is Gone
here is a lyric:
even when the road is gone
they still walk the road
past the old brokedown house by the gulley
in a little town in the valley
the grass grows on the old road we walked along
critters crawl and children stumble
and the wall that held the treeline – it aint so strong
the stones fall out where mortar crumbles
even when the road is gone
they still walk on the road
past the old brokedown house by the gulley
in a little town in the valley
they decided they dont need the road no more
georgie ray dont come to cut weeds
but my aunt sheila – she wont take the long way to the store
on sunday shes beneath magnolia trees
can you hear laughter
now and hereafter
in the black gravel dawn
even when the road is gone
even when the road is gone
they still walk on the road
past the old brokedown house by the gulley
in my little town in the valley