Lyrics

American West

Cuttin’ cross the plains of Nebraska
Where the corn rows grow in perfect rows
And there’s nothing but you and the wind and the road
And a million memories flood your soul……

Drivin’ Colorado where the White River runs
There’s a sleepy train on an age old track
And a biting wind as I watch them pass
And I wonder where they’re going
And if they’re coming back……….

And the road goes down and down forever
Til’ you swear you’ll end up in the middle of the sea
Then the red rock canyon like God’s great sandbox
Takes the breath right out of me.

And the morning sun, that lights my way
Wakes me grateful for another day
And a chance to witness this magnificent display,
Of the American West…..the American West

And you stop and get some gas in some old God forsaken town
And there’s almost no one or nothing for miles and miles around
And the old man on the corner is making some kind of crazy desert sound
Like a coyotes song from far away.

You get back on the highway cause by now it’s home to you
The borders come and go, and you just smile, and pass on through
Cause you know that you’ve been gathering a memory or two
As the sun sets in a way you’ve never seen before.

And you’re struck by how they’ve tamed this dry and dusty land
From the L.A. basin to the white Pacific sand
Your 51 and a girl of 16,
As that wild ocean blue pounds the hell right out of you.

And the salty air, and the seagulls cryin’,
Make me glad for every minute I’m alive,
And to have another day to witness, this magnificent display,
Of the American West, the American West

deb harley vocals, acoustic guitar
dik shopteau bass
scooter nelson drums, congas
brian c. peters pedal steel, electric guitar