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Reservation Road Lyrics

Reservation Road
(Bill Miller/John Flanagan/Brent Holmes)

I was holding on to my grandad's hand
He was pointing to the promised land
And it lay beyond the reservation road
He said don't make a promise you won't keep
Don't betray the earth beneath your feet
As we walked on the reservation road

Chorus:
And just for that one moment we were racing with the wind
And the sound of horses thundering they echoed once again
Back to a place where our hearts and souls belong
A thousand dreams away from my reservation road
A thousand dreams away from my reservation road

Then his spirit soared into the sky
Beyond the place where eagle fly
My tears fell on the reservation road

Now a hundred moons they have come and gone
And I'm holding on to my newborn son
One day were gonna walk the reservation road

Chorus:
And just for that one moment we'll be racing with the wind
And the sound of horses thundering their gonna echo once again
Back to the place where our hearts and souls belong
I'm a thousand dreams away from my reservation road
I'm a thousand dreams away from my reservation road

I was holding on to my grandad's hand
He was pointing to the promised land
That lay beyond the reservation road
It was way beyond the reservation road
I walked way beyond the reservation road

Have you ever walked on the reservation road?
Let me take you down the reservation road
I wish our Senators would take a walk down the reservation road
The reservation road
The reservation road
Have you ever walked on the reservation road?


Different Drum
(Bill Miller/Darrell Scott)

David had an eagle tatooed on his right arm
He got it back in high school, when we were working on the farm
He's still got that arrowhead we found when we were kids
And I knew we would be like brothers, well just as long as we both lived

I still got my memories of the night we jumped the fence
Stole you uncle's pickup truck, drove it up around the bend
You were the handsome cowboy, I the trusty brave
We were looking for some fallen angel waiting to be saved

Well for some it just comes so easy
For others seems its bread in the bones
But we danced to the beat of a different drum
Then the one we heard at home

I went to the mountains, I was reaching for the sun
I was on fire for leaving, this angry battle I thought I'd won
David dug his trenches, he fought his war at home
My mountain soon was crumbling, God I was all alone

Well for some it just comes so easy
And for others its bread in their bones
But I danced to the beat of a different drum
Then the one I heard at home

It was years before the smoke cleared, I could come back home again
Look my father in the eyes, I could finally let him in
For he was not the enemy, no the enemy was within
And I knew the day they understood because David was my friend

Well for some you know it comes so easy
And for others seems its bread in their bones
But I still danced to the beat of a different drum
Then the one I heard at home

I will always dance to the beat of a different drum
For the warrior has come home


Tumble Weed
(Bill Miller/Peter Rowan)

Far across the Mississippi and out on the open plains
In an Oklahoma cow town where the sky begins to rain
In a dusty run-down honky tonk sits a drifting tumbleweed
Thumbing through a magazine that he can't even read

Now tumbleweed remembers how the west was won and lost
The homestead act and the dust bowl, everybody paid the cost
And the great white father promised to treat his children all the same
Back when Indian territory was Oklahoma's name

Oh tumbleweed keep rollin', he just roams from town to town
It ain't easy for a half-breed kid to try and settle down
Tumbleweed keep rollin', he can't find no place to rest
Yeah the desert wind blows tumbleweed like some spirit of the west

Well his boot heals tap in time to an old flat top guitar
And he's a guitar local hero and he sings straight from the heart
And his tip jar just a jungle of worn old dollar bills
He makes his rent and grocery in the local bar and grill

When he starts to picking that old guitar you know the people turn and stare
When he starts to sing the songs he wrote wells there's magic in the air
Cause his song can heal your wounded heart, he can set you spirit free
He can raise you hopes to be the very best that you can be

Oh tumbleweed keep rollin', he just roams from town to town
It ain't easy for a half-breed kid to try and settle down
Tumbleweed keep rollin', he can't find no place to rest
Yeah the desert wind blows tumbleweed like some spirit of the west

So if you cross the Mississippi, you head out on the open plain
And you pass through Oklahoma and the sky begins to rain
And you feeling kind of rootless, you can't find no place to rest
Just remember tumbleweed, he's the spirit of the west

Oh the desert blows old tumbleweed like some spirit of the west


Street of Dreams
(Bill Miller)
Deep in the heart of a city night
There's a young girl dancing free
Twiling in cirlce by the front porch light
Out on the street of dreams, out on the street of dreams

Further down theres a family
Theres a young couple in their teens
Their baby smiling at a barking dog
It was down on the street of dreams
There on the street of dreams

And they still go where they want to
And the will be who the will be
Cause there are no walls around their hearts
On the street of dreams, their on the street of dreams

Two older men talk of days gone by
And of a world they've never seen
Their hearts are young but they've traveled far
On down the street of dreams, their on the street of dreams

And they still go where they want to
And the will be who the will be
Cause there are no walls around their hearts
On the street of dreams

And you can go where you want to
You can be who you will be
Cause there are no walls around your heart
On the street of dreams

And you can go where you want to
You can be who you will be
Cause there are no walls around your heart
On the street of dreams, we're on the street of dreams

Deep in the heart of a city night
Theres a young girl dancing free
Twiling in cirlce by the front porch light
Out on the street of dreams, out on the street of dreams

There on the street of dreams......
Were on the street of dreams.


Folsom Prison Blues
(Johnny Cash)

Well I hear that train a comming, its rollin round the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine since, I don't know when
Yeah I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, time keeps dragging on
But that train just keeps on rollin, on down to San Anton

When I was just a baby, mama told me son
She said always be a good boy, don't you ever play with guns
But I shoot a man in Reno, just to what he die
When I hear that lonesome whitsle blow, I hang my head down and cry

Well I bet theres rich folk eating in some fancy dining car
Probably drinking coffee, smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But that train just keeps on rollin, thats what tortures me

Keep on rollin...

Well if they freed me from that prison and that railroad train was mine
I bet I move it on just a little farther down that line
Far from Folson Prison is where I want to stay
Well I let that lonesome whistle blow, blow my blues away

Well I let that lonesome whistle blow, just blow my blues away


Ordinary Man
(Bill Miller)

Clyde woke up real early while Edna was still asleep
Got dressed and had some coffee, then found his set of keys
He pulled on his levi jacket, he headed for the door
The kitchen smelled like dinner from the night before

A rumbling exhaust pipe woke Edna from her sleep
She stumbled like a drunkard yelling Clyde you wait for me
But Clyde was going nowhere, just sitting in his truck
Staring with a poker face, like he'd run out of luck

CHORUS:
Cause any fool would've turned and run
Any fool would've walked away
Any fool would've given up
But an ordinary man, he chose to stay

Now Edna, she couldn't say too much, she'd seen that look before
She kept tapping on Clyde's window, till he opened up the door
Then she put her arms around him, she never said a word
And Clyde turned on the radio and neither of them heard

He said Edna why don't you hop in, I think I'll call in sick
There's three one ways to a dead end street, now you just take your pick
And she pointed to the ballfield and the park where they first kissed
And Clyde grinned like he found something that he had almost missed

CHORUS

They spent that day in freedom, they hung on for many more
Raised up quite a family, they found what love was for
And the aging never slowed them down, they leaned on faith, not luck
Still out taking Sunday drives in Clyde's old beat up truck

You know Edna, she ain't no movie star and Clyde's a little slow
The shopping mall's replaced the park where they both used to go
But that's why they've both got each other, so they can keep their dreams alive
The simple dreams, the common man, still stand the test of time

CHORUS


Orphan Child
(Bill Miller)

A orphan child is always looking for a home
A restless spirit with a burning desire to roam
Nobody can hold her too long, she's afraid she just might stay
When the nightbird starts a singing his song, like a gypsy she's on her way
Even the wind or the rain can't keep her from running away
On down that street through a long alley way

And the tears won't come
Cause there way inside
Somebody say a prayer
For the orphan child

Just nineteen but she looks much older than that
Pulling tricks down the avanue and shes working the streets at night like a cat
And the men she meets, their all the same
They don't even want to know her real name
When the morning sun is on the rise
She will sigh and call it a night

Just another fatherless one
And it nobody turns her around
She live and die in the streets of this town

And her tears won't come
Cause there way inside
Somebody say a prayer
For that orphan child

A orphan child is always looking for a home
She's looking for a home.
Somebody help that girl
Somebody say a prayer
She just looking for a home
Just looking for a home...


Still On the Run
(Bill Miller/John Flanagan)

Swam accross that muddy river
The moon was shining down
The tide was swift and the water deep
But I did not drown

I touched the land of milk and honey
And what I found
A bullet with your name on it
Still has the same sound

And I'm still on the run
Yeah I'm still on the run
I'm still under the gun
Yeah I'm still on the run

I felt the heat of the searchlights
But they were one step behind
Most men would have froze with fear
But it never crossed my mind

I got a woman, she a waitin
She put her heart on the line
Theres nothing here can hold me back
Cause love ain't no crime

And I'm still on the run
And I'm still on the run
I'm still under the gun
And I'm still on the run

Swam accross that muddy river
The moon was shining down
The tide was swift and the water deep
But I did not drown

I touched the land of milk and honey
And what I found
A bullet with your name on it
It still has the same sound

And I'm still on the run
And I'm still on the run
I'm still under the gun
And I'm still on the run

Well I'm still on the run
Don't you know I'm still running
Still on the run...


Melissa
(Gregg Allman/Steve Alaimo)

Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah.
The gypsy flies from coast to coast

Knowing many, loving none,
Bearing sorrow havin' fun,
But back home he'll always run
To sweet Melissa... mmm...

Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same.
And no one knows the Gypsy's name

No one hears his lonely sigh,
There are no blankets where he lies.
In all his deepest dreams the Gypsy flies
with sweet Melissa... mmm...

Again the morning's come,
Again he's on the run,
Sunbeams shining through his hair,
Appearing not to have a care.
Well, pick up your gear and Gypsy roll on, roll on.

Crossroads, will you ever let him go? (Lord, Lord)
Will you hide the dead man's ghost,
Or will he lie, beneath the clay,
or will his spirit roll away?

But I know that he won't stay without Melissa.

Yes I know that he won't stay without Melissa.


Geronimo's Cadillac
(Michael Martin Murphy/Charles John Quarto)

Well they put Geronimo in jail down south
Where he couldn't look the gift horse in the mouth
Sargent, sargent, don't you fear
There's something wrong with that automobile

Governer, governer, isn't it strange
I ain't never seen on car on this indian range
Warden, warder, please listen to me
Be brave and set geronimo free

I said boys, take me back
I want to ride in Geronimo's cadillac
I said boys, take me back
I want to ride in Geronimo's cadillac

Let me ride, let me ride

White man, white man, don't you know
Those indians they had no place to go
They took old Geronimo by storm
Riped ooff the feathers from his uniform

Jesus tells me I beleive its true
He said the red man is in the sun set too
They stole he land, now they won't give it back
And they sent Geronimo a cadillac

I said boys, take me back
I want to ride in Geronimo's cadillac
I said boys, take me back
I want to ride in Geronimo's cadillac

Let me ride, let me ride