Highway
Now there was a man in Texas state,
I never knew his name.
He came along and may I just say,
This little town was never the same.
He rode on in, his leather skin,
So battle worn and weary;
But by the time he had told me his tale,
I saw this world, oh so much more clearly.
He spoke of times he’d ride at night,
Out into the wild blue yonder.
His final words as he tipped his hat,
We’re “The Devil’s looking at you kid…last a little longer.”
And with that, his day was done.
Never to be seen again in this life time.
My only memory of the man with the gun,
Was spinning out of time…
At six foot two and ten past three, he slowly walked along.
His boots they clinked, the smoke it plumed,
As he whistled his sad song.
The people tell me he was a ghost, I saw inside my head;
But I know the truth, so I’ll tell it to you,
Ain’t nothing quite like the knowledge you get at the end…
He said one day he would return,
When I have seen better days.
He never said when he was coming back,
But somehow I knew; I would see him again.
I have travelled this land and land beyond,
Trying to forget;
But still, I hear his whistle, I hear that song;
I hear the words I will never forget.
He said there are only two roads
And one is travelled more than most;
So one day I’ll ask you to decide,
Which way you want to go.
If you choose right, you’ll see the light,
But of course, most people don’t.
Think carefully before you say your goodbyes…
There ain’t no coming back from where we need to go…
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Comments2
Aa,
That’s what my father
said before he said
his goodbyes...“There
ain’t no coming back
from where I need to go...”
It has been nine years
and he hasn’t come back!
He was right...but then
again, he was always right!
Your write reminds me
of a combo between a
western movie and Nicolas
Cage’s GHOST RIDER movie!
I enjoyed the read and the clip!
~Laura~
Thank you. I'm sorry to hear about your father, and I will try not to say anything that could be mis-interpreted with the lyrics I answer you with. He may not be coming back, but you will meet again one day, of that I am sure...
"If God had a name, what would it be?
And would you call it to his face,
If you were faced with Him in all His glory?
What would you ask if you had just one question?...
What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us,
Just a stranger on the bus,
Trying to make His way home?...
If God had a face, what would it look like?
And would you want to see?
If seeing meant that you would have to believe...
Tryin' to make His way home,
Like a holy rolling stone.
Back up to Heaven all alone.
Just tryin' to make His way home..."
What if God was one of us - Joan Osborne
Perfect response, Aa! Thank you!
I just love the cowboy image and the atmosphere!
Thanx. The Discworld Death is not good or evil...he is simply very good at his job. I wrote a poem a while ago called 'English Cowboy', so I guess I have a cowboy spirit in my head somewhere and this began as a story about a cowboy and ended up as a meeting with the end...
"I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, Queen, be my squeeze.
The stage it smells, tells, hell's bells, miss-spells, knocks me on my knees.
It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt...
After I count down, three rounds, in Hell I'll be in good company...
Dead love couldn't go no further...
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, Queen, be my squeeze.
The stage it smells, tells, hell's bells, misspells, knocks me on my knees.
It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt...
After I count down, three rounds, in Hell I'll be in good company...
In Hell I'll be in good company...
In Hell I'll be in good company..."
The Dead South - In Hell I'll be in good company.
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