I'm a fly by night stealer, a folk singing junkie
I get high when I can't find my way
I heard Colorado is good to my kind
Maybe I'll go there someday
Well my rhymes are getting tired and my allusions are worn
I'm a preacher with nothing to say
So talk to me Dylan, show me a sign
Before I get carried away
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Angels and highways and old mountain songs
The mandolin plays and the tremolo's long
Cloudy next mornings crawl under the night's parade
It's a hell of a ride, this wild eyed serenade
Heroes and villains, black and while ramblers
Sinners they're just trying to hide
Movers and shakers who talk too damn loud
When I just want to stop for the night
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Melodies linger off in the distance
And mix with those words in my head
The phone is still ringing, why won't she answer
It must have been something I said
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