A duet version of one of Mebane's best songs. If you don't know Mebane, my friends, you are seriously missing one of the greatest writers of American Folk music alive today, I say this with no intended exageration. Check it out and see if you don't agree with me. If you want to hear more you can find and download almost 50 of his tunes for free at Acidplanet.com.
Mebane on guitar and lead vocals, Richard on second vocal, harmony, harmonica and imginary washtub bass.
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fiogf49gjkf0d We hitchhiked down to Reno with a pocket full of change,
A bottle and a pack of cigarettes.
We stopped beneath a bridge to wait out the rain
It’s times like those I never will forget
That was long ago and those were easier days
For bums like us those were the good times
You could ride the rails from coast to coast
and camp out in the fields
A good cigar would cost you one thin dime.
We were expert liars- we were petty thieves
We didn’t have nothin’ man,
but we were free!
And the road rose like a regal carpet laid out at our feet
We were hobo kings, you and me.
Remember the painted deserts and the warm summer nights?
Stars that seemed close enough to touch
We’d sit around the fire swapin outlandish lies
The truth never seemed to bother us too much.
We’d go for days on end and not a single word was said
But we never seemed at odds, or ill-at-ease
Just lost in our own thoughts of the good times and the bad;
Like the wind blowing trees.
We were expert liars- we were petty thieves
We didn’t have nothin’ man, but we were free
And our kingdom was the road that stretched from sea to shining sea
We were hobo kings you and me.
Solo (Guitar and Harmonica)
Summers in the mountains, winters in the south
The years slipped away just like our youth
Now the roads are growing darker and yard bulls more insane
We have both grown longer in the tooth
And now we’re two old men watching trains passing by
We dream of the days when we were young
When free men rode the rails and wandered here and there
Their course set by the path of the sun
We were expert liars- we were petty thieves
Never had nothing man, but weren’t we free?
And I hope the road to Heaven is as beautiful as these
And they welcome hobo kings like you me!
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