"All I ever wanted to be was Grand Poobah..." Howard Cunningham
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Lyrics
Roadside Rest
I can see the evening shadows, of the Superstition Hills
When I drive out here at twilight, in my dented coupe-Deville
Park beside a nearby canyon, where blackbirds and echoes nest
I can hear the children laughing, at the I-10 roadside rest
And I picture that old school bus, and the guy behind the wheel
Gin and coffee in his thermos, next to broken glass and steel
And a chilly breath of sadness, wells up in my aching chest
When I hear the children laughing, at the I-10 roadside rest
Then they set that driver free, on a technicality
And I waited on the courthouse steps that day
Two shots from a .38, and that killer met his fate
Then a jury of my peers put me away
When wed come to pick up garbage, in our orange prison vests
I could hear the children laughing, at the I-10 roadside rest
Served my sentence nice and quiet, and I made a quick parole
But despairs a timeless prison, for an empty, tattered soul
Breezes whistle round their crosses, when they blow through from the west
I can hear hear my daughter laughing, at her peaceful roadside rest
I can see the evening shadows, of the Superstition Hills
When I drive out here at twilight, in my dented coupe-deville
2009 Cameron Earnshaw/Robert George
