You've long
been on the open road,
just sleeping in the rain
From dirty words and muddy cells,
your clothes are smeared and stained
But the dirty words and muddy cells
will soon be hid in shame
So only stop to rest yourself
till you are off again
So take off your thirsty boots
and stay for a while
Your feet are hot and weary
from a dusty mile
Maybe I can make you laugh,
maybe I can try
Just looking for the evening,
the morning in your eyes
Tell me of the ones you saw
as far as you could see
Across the plains from field to town,
just marching to be free
And of the rusted prison gates
that tumbled by degree
Like laughing children,
one by one they looked like you and me
So take off your thirsty boots
and stay for a while
Your feet are hard and weary
from a dusty mile
Maybe I can make you laugh,
maybe I can try
I was looking for the evening,
the morn ing in your eyes
I know you are no stranger now
to crooked rainbow trails
From dancing cliff edge
shattered sills of slandered shackled jails
For the voices drift up from below
as the walls they're being scaled
Yes, all of this and more, my friend,
your song shall not be failed
Yes, you've long been on the open road,
just sleeping in the rain.
From dirty words and muddy cells,
your clothes are smeared and stained.
But the dirty words and muddy cells
will soon be judged insane.
So, only stop to rest yourself,
till you are off again
And take off your thirsty boots
and stay for a while
Feed her heart and leave
it from a dusty mind
Maybe I can make you laugh,
maybe I can try
Just looking for the evening,
the morn ing in your eyes you