Guitar, vocals and harmonica telling the story of a woman far from home. All parts performed by dhruva'
Acoustic folk-rock and blues, mostly originals.
Story behind the song
Inspired by the book "Border Music" by Robert James Waller with a twinge of autobiography.
Lyrics
So easy when she started out
With a suitcase and a song
Seems like every road knew her name
Sweet sixteen on a Greyhound bus
So many years ago
Now every white line looks the same
But theres the Texas sun
And the Minnesota rain
And the sound of the wind
Across the Iowa plain
And hearing that song
And remembering when
Gets her wondering if
Shell ever get home again
Gets her wondering if
Shell ever get home again
From a dance hall girl in Baton Rouge
To a waitress in Des Moines
Now shes pouring drinks in San Anton
Last call again as she cleans the bar
And thinks about those hands
That wiped the kitchen back at home
And theres the Texas sun
And the Minnesota rain
And the sound of the wind
Across the Iowa plain
And hearing that song
And remembering when
Gets her wondering if
Shell ever get home again
Gets her wondering if
Shell ever get home again
Oh, ahaiy, ahaiy, ahaiy, ahaiy, aiy
She cries each night in her pillow
Ahaiy, ahaiy, ahaiy, ahaiy, aiy
The walls reply
Oh, ahaiy, ahaiy, ahaiy, ahaiy, aiy
No one answers her question
Why, why, why, why, why?
But theres the Texas sun
And the Minnesota rain
And the sound of the wind
Across the Iowa plain
And hearing that song
And remembering when
Gives her hope that someday
Shell get home again
Gives her hope that someday
Shell get home again
