Way out on the mountain near the sky
Hidin' from the cold realities of life
Shakin' that old road dust off my heels
I give my heart and mind the chance to heal
Then I'll go somewhere and sing my songs again
More than likely ride back to the places I have been
In fairness to my music and my friends
So I'll go somewhere and sing my songs again
A racoon stole my minnoes in the night
I appreciate his need and his appetite
But like me he doesn't have to roam
Lord it's true that man can't live on bread alone
So I'll go somewhere...
[ ac.guitar ]
Oh it feels so good to have a simple wish
Where life and death is me and some old fish
Poor king sits with a cold beer in his hand
And he surveys a clear blue kingdom on the sand
So I'll go somewhere...
Composição: Tom T. Hall