The Long Beds: Listen

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Tied to the last essay in the book "Off Main Street." Harmonies, tremendous bass twang, and vicious lap steel by Andy Dee. First line of last verse is a quote of a famous Dylan Thomas poem.

Do you remember Wyoming
the Bibles and the songs
the preachin' that rattled our bones
Ran to the wheat field
and fell to the ground
the thunder was rollin' all around

Takes a sinner like me
to make a saint outta you
pack up your halo and go
Touching is trespass
and believing is blind
how did we fall out of time?

CHORUS
When you die let it be on a journey
If you fall may it be from the sun
If they give you wings where you're going
Swing low and pick me up

Hope is a ribbon
tied to a snake
you ride every wave
until it breaks
I flagged down a gypsy
and gave him my shoes
he said, "The road looks good on you."

CHORUS

Do not go gentle
into that good night
Don't look for angels
where drunkards will do
Don't look for me
inside of you

CHORUS