Rusty Blake ramblings
for music but it's been a little hectic around here lately.
This song isn't about me or anyone I know. I suppose it could have been me if my choices were
different about 50 years ago...
He always had been true but she always sort of knew
He'd rather be a vagabond wrapped around a minstrel song
A wandering would-be lamp or a ragged saddle tramp
Well he tried the normal way got a job and brought home pay
When he came home every night there would always be a fight
So they hugged and parted friends a beginning and an end
As he walked out in the snow he had everywhere to go
When your lost in the vale you climb
But it takes such a long, long time
Lost on a pinnacle you slide, slide, slide
It's fast but you lose a lot of hide.
Started making a little dough to the taverns he would go
Started making him a name and a little local fame
But he drank most of his wage more a fool than a ripened sage
On the sidewalk down he sat playing songs to fill his hat
Is that a symphony or a jangle
It's hard to pull a straight line from a tangle
It's hard to tell a gemstone from a bangle
Keep the solid throw away the mangled?
From the Celtic Charlottetown cross the bridge and then on down
To the beach at Shediac to the bars in Halifax
From the valley to the peak he plays a game of hide and seek
Just to meet another friend start the cycle once again
When your lost in the vale you climb
But it takes such a long, long time
Lost on a pinnacle you slide, slide, slide
It's fast but you lose a lot of hide.
From the valley to the peak he plays a game of hide and seek
Just to meet another friend start the cycle once again...
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