"Hot Rod Joe" - 09/25/16 04:15 AM
https://www.reverbnation.com/stevefurbish/song/18169140-hot-rod-joe
Whatever happened to Hot Rod Joe
Cruisin the town in his GTO
Now He's stuck in traffic with no place to go
Listening to talk radio
If He closes his eyes he will fall fast asleep
In the leather soft comfort of his new Jeep
And dream of the dreams that he just couldn't keep
When he was a younger man
He used to hear the truth in a Neal Young song
He is listening still but the truth is gone
Alive in a world where he just don't belong
He can see the road but he just can't
Get back home
Lakota shaman burning his sage
It's a cleansing act from an ancient age
Hears his grandfather's voice in the winds that rage
As he sits looking up at the condos
If he closes his eyes he can still see the sun
The bright flash smoke of a white man's gun
ten thousand buffalo on the run
being shot from the back of a train
He used to hear the truth in his grandmother's song
He is listening still but the truth is gone
Alive in a world where he just don't belong
He can see the road but he just can't
Get back home
We're all sailing on the same damn boat
never certain if we're gonna sink or float
I've been a shaman with visions of my own
I've been hot rod Johnny
Lookin' for a home
Stood outside in the cold last night
Fell on my knees in the full moonlight
Thanked the lord for my visions, my visions and my sight.[/font]
Whatever happened to Hot Rod Joe
Cruisin the town in his GTO
Now He's stuck in traffic with no place to go
Listening to talk radio
If He closes his eyes he will fall fast asleep
In the leather soft comfort of his new Jeep
And dream of the dreams that he just couldn't keep
When he was a younger man
He used to hear the truth in a Neal Young song
He is listening still but the truth is gone
Alive in a world where he just don't belong
He can see the road but he just can't
Get back home
Lakota shaman burning his sage
It's a cleansing act from an ancient age
Hears his grandfather's voice in the winds that rage
As he sits looking up at the condos
If he closes his eyes he can still see the sun
The bright flash smoke of a white man's gun
ten thousand buffalo on the run
being shot from the back of a train
He used to hear the truth in his grandmother's song
He is listening still but the truth is gone
Alive in a world where he just don't belong
He can see the road but he just can't
Get back home
We're all sailing on the same damn boat
never certain if we're gonna sink or float
I've been a shaman with visions of my own
I've been hot rod Johnny
Lookin' for a home
Stood outside in the cold last night
Fell on my knees in the full moonlight
Thanked the lord for my visions, my visions and my sight.[/font]