memory

Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song

Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine

If you’re travelin’ in the north country fair

Once upon a time you dressed so fine

Something there is about you that strikes a match in me

If you see her, say hello, she might be in Tangier

Early one mornin’ the sun was shinin’, I was layin’ in bed

We always did feel the same, we just saw it from a different point of view

Sara, Sara, whatever made you want to change your mind?

Lenny Bruce is dead but his ghost lives on and on

Atlantic City, two years later, under the Viaduct

I’ll remember you, when I’ve forgotten all the rest

Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than people who are most content

Most of the time, I’m clear focused all around

Seen a shooting star tonight, and I thought of you

Nobody can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell

I don’t mean trouble, please don’t put me down or get upset

I was thinking of a series of dreams

Forgetful heart, like a walking shadow in my brain

Can’t you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing?

Shine your light, move it on, you burned so bright, roll on, John

Goodbye Jimmy Reed, goodbye, so long

Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack