Story Behind The Song

I got thinking of all the live gigs and how I miss it. I was then reading an on line blog about how the music biz itself is effecting the live venues . Anyway, this is what came along .

Song Description

Fans of folk music and acoustic guitar will appreciate the latest song from singer songwriter Bob Stump. This song is a good old school story telling walking folk blues. It's got a quick Bob Dylan pace to the expressive vocal set up with a Doc Watson style flat pick underneath. You can hear the tradition of folk guitar history in the spirit of this tune. Bob shows off a little of his fine picking with a sparkling solo midway and with an outro jam. The songwriter gives a nod to the roots of blues , jazz , country and and bluegrass. Stamina, perseverance , commitment to his craft and respect for the music that came before him are proclaimed by the stories main character. The song speaks to the many troubadours that 'ply their trade" and pass the hat in small venues and stages across America. These folks are driven by a calling that can not be explained, often forsaking long term relationships and all the while lamenting of home. Bob tells a timeless American story , or Is it a vanishing America story? In this day and age with Covid restricting our movements and other music industry regulations and what not , one has to wonder, will there still be small intimate places that musicians can perform? With this work , Bob takes you down one of America's side roads "just another mile or two".

Lyrics

Just Another Mile Or Two
Bob Stump © 2020

Just a kid when I left home
got my education on the road
New York City to L.A.
not a honky tonk I hadn't played
I never looked back down the roads I'd been
my future's calling up around the bend

and I would sing going home,
going back to my roots
going home, going home
just another mile or two

it's a rocky road that I'd been down
searching for that high n' lonesome sound
my old guitar's t best friend I got
makes a little money sometimes a lot
it never lets me down and carried me far
it's been by my side while I followed my star

and I would sing going home,
going back to my roots
going home, going home
just another mile or two

never landed no where I stayed long
just showed up with my traveling songs
I passed the hat and paid some dues
been to Memphis and sang the blues
jazz in New Orleans Country in Nashville
to the hills of Kentucky with old father Bill


had a girl in Mississippi it lasted until Kansas City
a dinosaur troubadour
singing for his supper and a pallet on the floor
I've seen them come and go but I'm still plying my trade
no fame or fortune just another stage