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Without a Trace
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This is a song about a very successful Wall Street investor who gives it all up to go on a permanent vacation on a Harley.
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All of the songs we play are my favorite songs for all time and Hank's Cadillac is the perfect band for me. Tom Griffin on bass and vocals, and Dan Berens on dr
I'm a songwriter who also plays in a great country band. I'm proud of the fact that the songs we play are not the dorky top 40 songs on FM stations. I sing, play guitar, and harmonica, Tom Griffin on vocals and bass, and Dan Berens on drums and laugh tracks. We're lucky to know some real good photographers; Thanks to Dan Hogle and Randy (Damn, what's his last name).
Song Info
Genre
Country • Alternative Country
Charts
Peak #666
Peak in subgenre #96
Author
Ian Ballard
Rights
1998
Uploaded
January 31, 2004
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
This is the fourth song in the American Rider: A Biker Opera. A very successful Wall Street investor gives up his career to go on a permanent vacation on a Harley and his friends think that he vanished. The recording features Leif Frederick on bass and Danny Oberbeck on drums and banjo.
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Without a Trace Somewhere out on the Painted Desert tonight There's a solitary biker sitting by the fire light All his possessions are hung in saddle bags on his bike Black leather and chrome His hair in the breeze is his life For now he's just drifting moving along at his own pace Rumbling down the highway looking for a mystical place Doing his best to give freedon a relentless chase But to those who used to know him He disappeared without a trace The weeks turned to months and the months quickly turned into years His friends thought he went crazy but his mind is really crystal clear The thunder of a Harley is the only sound he really wants to hear Freedom sweet freedom Heaven has never been so clear Somewhere out on the Painted Desert today He's packing up to ride to his home out on the highway With nothing to do But feel the wind one his face He kicks it into gear and rumbles off without a trace
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