Lyrics

Sawtooth Blues - by Thomas Burns

Everyone I know has stolen something
If just to slip a little treasure off the stack
Sometimes you grow so weary of what is coming
You wonder if your future's coming back

Take any road from Dixon down to Memphis
And from Memphis south on Highway 61
It isn't just the river now that's restless
It isn't just the clouds that block the sun

I know where this road is leading
I just don't know where it's taking me
I missed a call this morning when I rose
My fingertips are bleeding
And there's a stranger sitting next to me
He has much more patience for this than I do, I suppose

I don't much care for Warhol. He doesn't move me.
He built an Empire that went on much too long
And if you'd listened to what Lou Reed did without her
You'd know there was no need for Nico to tag along

I know where this road is leading
I just don't know where it's taking me
I missed you so this morning when I rose
My broken heart is bleeding
And there's a stranger sitting next to me
I'm gonna stick around to find out what he knows

If I had a little money in my pocket
And a running car with a working radio
I'd drive all night with chicken wings and coffee
And hide out deep in Sawtooth Idaho

I know where this road is leading
I just don't know where it's taking me
I missed the sun this morning when I rose
The icicles are bleeding
And there's a stranger sitting next to me
I'm gonna follow him and find out where he goes