Lyrics

I don’t make much here on this line
a hired hand not a hired mind
I’ll smile now like cashiers should
Say something I wish you would

No I mean it’s fine for Stan
He’s a perfect parts and service man
I can’t abide this crushing wheel
I’m not sorry that’s how I feel but

on the walking bridge
There’s a shady spot i play
If I’m on the walking bridge
When you walk by wave hey

Descending stairs to the ground
With a line to write down
Tuesday night in the pitch dark
On the picnic table in the park

This wandering life is the way
The streets to see and songs to play
You might say when I leave you
I never met a man more blue

He’s on the walking bridge
Playing blues today
Up on the walking bridge
As the river rolls away

Sacred Ground high up here
Sing Me Back Home
With a song I used to hear