73/23 Blues
73-23 blues
well it was lonely and damp on the exit ramp back in '73
couldnt find a band that gave a damn about robert johnson or me
the december rain cut deep into my grain until i made a break
from that icey lake where the snow and dust left me just
a hitch-hikin' clown leavin' town filled w/ empty misery
the girl was hot but time forgot to ever remind her of me
and i was cold and feeling old but still rockin' and free
so i was movin' along, going going gone headin' south on
word of mouth, a fiery youth searchin' for the heat of truth
a hitch-hikin' tramp on the entrance ramp of highway 23.
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