Song Description

Early version, May 2006

Lyrics

One mornin' 'bout the break of day.
I heard my loving pappy say,
"By the Lord above this old oak treek.
Don't let me rest in no six-by-three.

"No matter what your momma thinks
I won't be bound by no chain link.
And when it's time for soul to die
I want my ashes to fill the sky.

"You can spill me from a moving train.
Or let me fall from an aeroplane.
However you do it, I don't care.
Just promise me I'll be in the air.

"My eyes'll see New York's skyline.
While my legs stretch past the Great Divide.
My ears'll hear Congress debate
while what counts is already in the Pearly Gates.

I asked, "What of the preacher man
who says that we belong in the land?
Ashes to ashes and all that stuff -
that we gotta go back to where we came from?"

He said, "The way I see it my curious son
in heaven this old body won't serve no one.
If all I need is my heart and soul,
why not let these old bones circle the globe?"