Paroles Northstar and the Drinking Gourd de Kreg Viesselman

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I wound up on the wrong side of the tracks againAnd it's plain enough to seeThat it must've beenThe railroad menThat moved them, 'cause I sweat it wasn't meAnd I gave away all I ownedLeast the things not nice enough to sellNow I'm drifting down the river heading somewhere fineAs far as I can tellI thumbed a ride from a DJ, took meFifty miles or more the wrong wayI'll be damnedHe turned aroundTook me back and wasted half his dayHe shifted gears, waved good-bye,And wiped his sweaty brow upon his sleevePeople aren't as bad as the televisionMakes them out to beLord, Lord we're headed towardThe North star and the Drinking GourdWhere they're never sad and they're never boredPerhaps they'll let us stayAll the way to CardiganJust to ride the pauper's coach along the bayAppetite for the nightlife and constabulary end up in the wayYou roll the oldVirginia GoldSon, the good stuff's back from where you came'And, 'a drifter's just a vagrant's just a bumCalled by any other name'Southern California's just a party thrownWith no one to surpriseAnd Hollywood can thank it's lucky starsThat LA is no prizeBut every timeI turn to leaveShe finds a reason good enough to staySo I hang my hat one more time, California womenTend to get their way

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