Another
Place
Away
from the Jake brake's rumble-roar
back inside the old
wood boards of a front door
next to his green worn-out stuffed chair
loud as anyone would dare
on a turn-table player
spindle-stackin' vinyl platters spun
took his head to
another place
'round the corner from the sun
Harris closed his eyes
and thought of those
who'd left and now were on the road
closed his eyes
glad that everything had slowed
content to hear what might be spun
'round the corner from the sun
feet propped up on an old wooden chair
pipe smoldering smoke in the air
steel guitar bent notes in his ear
twanged and echo'd inside a tear
How far they'd get by now
and how far when day is done
Maybe Barstow
or maybe 'round the corner of the sun
[Click the album covers for a taste of what Harris was listening to.]
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