Genre: folk
Author/Performer: Eric Anderson, Judy Collins
You've long been on the o-pen road.
You've been sleep-ing in the rain.
From dirt-y words and mud-dy cells,
your clothes are smeared and stained,
But the dirt-y words the mud-dy cells
will soon be judged in-sane.
So on-ly stop to rest your-self
and you'll be off a- gain.
Then take off your thirst-y boots
and stay for a-while.
You're feet are hot and wear-y,
from a dust-y mile,
And may-be I can make you laugh.
May-be I can try.
Just look-ing for the ev-e-ning
for the morn-ing in your eyes.
Then tell me of the one's you've seen
as far as you can see.
Across the plains from field to town
a-marchin' to be free,
And of the rusted prison gates
that tumble by degree
Like laughin' children, one by one,
they look like you and me.
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