Down that Lonesome Road (written by James)
Light and shadow flickering
on the sundown side of the porch
A spinning windmill chopping
late afternoon’s burning torch
Gangly legs propped on the railing
hat tipped low to block the glare
I see him there
in a leaning chair
Through the dusty haze
my old memories play
Never had a big grubstake, never had a lot to say
When he spoke it counted, didn’t matter if it paid
Risk his life to see a little child smile
Sink a spur and ride away
A three reel picture show
Ridin’ easy and slow
As the twilight lifts
How my memories drift
As I close my eyes my spirit sighs
For a well worn time that has passed me by
Now the credits roll and the twilight groans
For a man and his code
Down that lonesome road
Still I see him there
In each new sunrise
May he live in me
And the children’s smiles
Just the flickering light
An old daguerreotype
And I will trail with him
Down that lonesome road
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