Get In The Groove

The Last Ride of the Western Limited

by Jim Colegrove
©2001, Gold Tooth Music, BMI

Somewhere on the lost highway, out on the tossed by-way
Smoke blows out a big rig stack
Somewhere in the distance, beyond all resistance
A switch engine’s rollin’ down the track
Out toward the sunset, in the big red shadows hangin’ low
Up a cul-de-sac end, on the berm of the bend
Near the side of the edge of the road

Hear the crack of a whiplash break through in a backflash
Quick as a nightrider’s flame
The hooves pound the range, split the sand and the sage
And the blue moon turns to gold again
Over the White Oak Mountain where calypso never came
In a dime store novel, in a TV movie
In a winner-take-all game

The sound of guitars from the honky-tonk bars
Fill the pine trees from here to St. James
In a two-dollar flop, just above the coffee shop
By the pool room with nobody’s name
Down along the shoreline, near the rocks by the lighthouse door
There’s a picture left to see, what once used to be
Now it’s gone, there won’t be anymore

From the CD titled Broken People on Cool Groove Records CD 101

blueball  Lost Country
blueball  Hungry Chuck
blueball  Juke Jumpers
blueball  Great Speckled Bird
blueball  Bo Grumpus/Jolliver Arkansaw
blueball  Teddy and the Rough Riders
blueball  Sid King
blueball  Return to The Groove

©2001, Jim Colegrove/Gold Tooth Music, BMI, All Rights Reserved.