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Tracks Of Silver

from Beyond The Gate by Henry Crook Bird

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We’re a speck on the highway, motel’s empty
A springboard to journey forth
My young ones both took a tank of Bill’s gas
And burned it on their way up north
This town still sits on the mainline
Central Union Pacific Time
Steady as she goes by, keeping speed
Nothing here for the freight line, nothing for me

Tracks of silver, rivers of gold
Blood down below
Dirty levee road

When my mother was young she used to dance on tables
In the clubs in the desert out west
She’s got a wit light a straight razor held to your throat
And eyes that never rest
And at the top of the year when the sky’s clear
I’ll pull her up a chair outside
As our minds both wander to the young ones far and wide
A picture of longing, wooden frame of pride

Tracks of silver, rivers of gold
Blood down below
Dirty levee road

In the alley street there’s a walnut tree
That time could not keep still
Roots splitting the sidewalk like the long Sierra hills
And they’d run their feet through the oil slick creek
Keeping rhythm with the rain
Lost in the elements, blissful, gritty and plain
They’re back on my mind with every shift in the winter wind

Tracks of silver, rivers of gold
Blood down below
Dirty levee road

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from Beyond The Gate, released June 12, 2022

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