| Lyrics: | THE TELLING TAKES ME HOME
(Bruce Phillips)
Let me sing to you all those songs I
know
Of the wild, windy places locked in timeless snow,
And the wide, crimson deserts
where the muddy rivers flow.
It's sad, but the telling takes me home.
Come along
with me to some places that I've been
Where people all look back and they still remember
when,
And the quicksilver legends, like sunlight, turn and bend
It's sad, but the telling
takes me home.
Walk along some wagon road, down the iron rail,
Past the rusty
Cadillacs that mark the boom town trail,
Where dreamers never win and doers never
fail,
It's sad, but the telling takes me home.
I'll sing of my amigos, come from
down below,
Whisper in their loving tongue the songs of Mexico.
They work their stolen
Eden, lost so long ago.
It's sad, but the telling takes me home.
I'll tell you all
some lies, just made up for fun,
And the loudest, meanest brag, it can beat the fastest
gun.
I'll show you all some graves that tell where the West was won.
It's sad, but the
telling takes me home.
And I'll sing about an emptiness the East has never
known,
Where coyotes don't pay taxes and a man can live alone,
And you've got to walk
forever just to find a telephone.
It's sad, but the telling takes me home.
Let me
sing to you all those songs I know
Of the wild, windy places locked in timeless snow,
And
the wide, crimson deserts where the muddy rivers flow.
It's sad, but the telling takes me
home.
Copyright Strike Music
Recorded by Ed Trickett on The Telling
Takes Me Home, FSI-46
and by Guy Carawan on The Telling Takes Me Home
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