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Grateful Blog: Day 32: I just got the call from the alarm company—the office alarm went off. Send the police? Or not? Its times like these after 3 consecutive grueling 11+ hour days that the last thing I want to do is drive back to the office to check it out. But you know, I own the company and SOMEBODY …
Lost and Found
©2012 Daniel Weber / Highway142Music (ASCAP)
I want to get Lost, flat tire broke and busted, heaven's hinges rusted
In a town, that don't know my name
But these bridges I'm burning are like a fever returning
And no river can drown that flame
I want to get lost...
I want to go out, in a blaze of Old Glory, like the tragic miner's story
Still singing "I Saw the Light"
But their breath in the tunnel, is like a twister's funnel
Jerusalem comes screaming down the tracks
Chorus
And I can't put it down, and I can't crawl out
‘Cause I can't run away from my past
I want to get Lost...
I want to go home, when she's 6 feet under water, hurricane's daughter
Wash our sins right off the land
But the hand of God is shaking, Mother Nature is aching
‘Cause the whole world is spinning too damn fast
I want to go home...
Bridge
All the things I meant to say, have brought me to my knees
And I've never been one to pray, but please, God please
Please keep her safe there at your side, and tell her I'm alright
I want to be Found, in stained glass & floodlights, Mason-Dixon moonlight
Another notch on the Bible belt
But this whiskey glass that I'm drinkin', was a desert once I'm thinkin'
Fire and water making love at last
Chorus
And I can't put it down, and I can't crawl out
‘Cause I can't run away from my past
I want to get Lost. I want to be Found...
Sarah Ann
©2012 Daniel Weber / Highway142Music (ASCAP)
Sarah Ann Posey, in a white cotton dress
Her rosy red cheeks, soaking wet
Sarah, Oh Sarah, you're just 16
Can't you see that you're too young for me?
Sarah Ann Posey, in flip-flops now
Hanging sunflower curtains, in my old house
Then she's out in the barn, with a milking pail
Mud between her toes, and on her pony tail
Chorus
Sarah, Oh Sarah, I've waited so long
These past 2 years, to bring you home
A farmer's wife, you wanted to be
All 5 foot 5, of Sarah Ann Posey
Sarah Ann Posey, in a pale green skirt
Me in black jeans, and my brother's shirt
At the Eau Claire County courthouse, in the month of May
She's 18 years old, on our wedding day
Chorus
Sarah, Oh Sarah, I've waited so long
These past 2 years, to bring you home
A farmer's wife, you wanted to be
You are the very breath in me
Now Sarah Ann Posey's, in her Sunday best
At the Fire Department banquet
I answered the call, as a volunteer
‘Cause that's how you meet your neighbors here
Bridge
Well the call came in, like they always do
I grabbed my helmet and yellow boots
Out on Five Mile Road, the accident scene
And the way back home, for Sarah Ann Posey
Sarah Ann Posey, in new blue jeans
Her heart barely beating while the siren's scream
How can this be, my wife of 7 weeks
All 5 foot 5, of Sarah Ann Posey
Chorus
Sarah, Oh Sarah, I've waited so long
This ain't how I wanted, to bring you home
A farmer's wife, now you'll always be
Then I breathe one last time, for Sarah Ann Posey
Sarah, Oh Sarah, you'll always be
A farmer's wife, my Sarah Ann Posey...
Goodbye to Dad
©2012 Daniel Weber / Highway142Music (ASCAP)
I got a box in the mail today; COD, signed my name
And inside, there was a plastic bag
That was 3,000 miles from home, little bits of ash and bone
I broke the seal, said 'Hello Dad'
Out to the yard to get some air, Dad sat in my favorite chair
And I made us, a couple of drinks
But Dad he can't drink no more, so what the hell is heaven for?
I wonder what my old man might think
Chorus
But we got along just fine
I drank his glass, right after mine
Then I threw, a handful in the wind, and I said Goodbye to Dad
I took Dad for a good long drive, to try and let the years unwind
I revved it up, to a hundred and ten
It was one of those perfect days; after a week of rain
You know it happens now and then
A State Trooper slowed us down; when I saw his lights flash on
And I got pulled over once again
He asked where the fire was? I told him that “it's just because..."
Then I introduced him to Dad
Chorus
And they got along just fine
He gave us a warning, said to 'Watch the signs'
Then I threw, a handful in the wind, and I said Goodbye to Dad
Bridge
This ain't how it's supposed to go
Mom should be here, God knows that she'd know
And I still don't, understand
Why I never said 'Goodbye', to my old man
I threw Dad in the ocean too, and a secret lake we knew
Then he even jumped on a moving train
I mailed him to Alaska too; something he always wanted to do
And I waved goodbye to his plane
Chorus
And we got along just fine
I took him down to the lake, one last time
Then I threw, a handful in the wind, and I said Goodbye to Dad
I got a box in the mail today...
In Her Prime
©2012 Daniel Weber / Highway142Music (ASCAP)
Biggest damn oak tree, this side of the range
Some say it's the soil, some say it's the rain
It doesn't make much difference now, any ol' way
‘Cause that big old oak tree, came down today
Nothin' out here, 1963
Just a few small farms, is how it used to be
But they parceled ‘em off, one branch at a time
Till houses sprung up, just like grapes on the vine
Chorus
And they built this motel, for the workers to stay
Then cut down all the trees that were, in their way
‘Cept this one lone oak, above the motel sign
Well ya' should've seen that old girl, In Her Prime
I was fresh out of the jungle, 1968
Had a job pounding nails, and life was great
‘Cause I could outwork any man, without my life on the line...
Well ya' should've seen this old boy, In His Prime
Chorus
But age is just a number; I've never known it to be real
They told me once it's how you dress, not, how you feel
But I'm feelin' all used up, like a rope run out of line...
Well ya' should've seen this old boy, In His Prime
Bridge
Oak Tree Motel, in '69
She was 15 years older, than me that night
Well she took my hand and said "Boy, take your time"...
Well ya' should've seen that old girl, In Her Prime
Now some say it's the wind, some say she just got tired
Some say her heart got broken, 10,000 times
But I thought of her this morning, when that oak tree died...
Well ya' should've seen that old girl, In Her Prime
Chorus
But age is just a number; I've never known it to be real
She told me once it's how you love, not, how you feel
But she's feelin' all used up, like a rope run out of line...
Well ya' should've seen that old girl, In Her Prime
You should've seen this old boy, In His Prime
You should've seen us, Oh-oh......In Our Prime
Take the Central Georgia Home
©2012 Daniel Weber / Highway142Music (ASCAP)
There's a silence in the Dixie wind; that blows from deep within
The boys are all scattered, up and down this rocky road
We've been marching south since Saylor's Creek, with no shoes on our feet
And the ones who can't walk, they'll take the Central Georgia home
I'm a Private in this regiment, Tige Anderson's Georgia 5th
What's left or what's become of it, only God would know
I enlisted when the fever swept, the powder keg that Sumter lit
But all we ever wanted, was to be left alone
Chorus
And we joined for adventure; we left with our Brothers
We searched for our Fathers---who never came back home
We fought for God, and then for country, but we never fought for money
And for Bobby Lee who said "Take the Central Georgia Home"
Cold Harbor, Antietam, O' Death how'd we cheat him?
When so many brothers, on both sides are gone
So when the ‘King of Spades' said "Boys dig in", we did it time and time again
Then wrote to next of kin, "Take the Central Georgia Home"
Bridge
Some say the war is over, some think that it's only just begun
Well there's rumor about, that General Lee sold us out
Could the Old Man, be wrong?
The Central Georgia runs through Sherman's path, crows are left to do the math
They'll separate the wheat from chafe, where a boy once called home
But that day is just a memory, like smoke and God turned out to be
Like the day that Bobby Lee said "Take the Central Georgia Home"
Chorus
And we joined for adventure; we left with our Brothers
We searched for our Fathers---who never came back home
We fought for God, and then for country, but we never fought for money
And for Bobby Lee who said "Take the Central Georgia Home"
Coda
We fought for God, and then for country, but we never fought for money
And for Bobby Lee who said "Take the Central Georgia Home"
Hank and Jesus
©2012 Daniel Weber / Highway142Music (ASCAP)
South of Louisville, Kentucky, on I-65
I pulled into a rest stop, before I pushed on through the night
I met a Deadhead with a backpack, and man, I knew that guy
He asked if you're headin' south, I could really use the ride
But I'm only on the interstate, just as far as Bowling Green
Then I'm cuttin' west towards Memphis, where the blues don't treat you mean
Chorus
And we drove the blue highways, across Tennessee and back
But I don't recall, not even once, stoppin' for gas
He said I know you won't believe me, but that's alright
I just wanted someone, to talk with tonight
So I drove and he told stories, but they started sounding weird
Like he'd been to Woodstock, and never came back from there
He said friends of his were Angels, and most of them were Saints
Except this one guy named Judas, who he swore had been framed
Well he believed what he was saying, but me I had my doubts
So I pulled off at a bar, hoping he might clear out
Chorus
And we drove the blue highways, across Tennessee and back
But I don't recall, not even once, stoppin' for gas
He said I know you won't believe me, but that's alright
I just wanted someone, to talk with tonight
In the parking lot he came clean, said he was Jesus Christ
And I said Yeah, and I'm Hank Williams man, and maybe you should drive
He said Hank was back with Audrey now, and they were doing fine
But you know that not a one of us, get's out of this world alive
So it's a 100 miles to Memphis, in the middle of the night
With those high-beams searching, for just a little light
He said life is like this two-lane road, it's a crooked deal
I said she pulls a little to the left, Jesus! Keep both hands on the wheel!
Chorus
And we drove the blue highways, across Tennessee and back
But I don't recall, not even once, stoppin' for gas
He said I know you won't believe me, but that's alright
I just wanted someone, to talk with tonight
Coda
He said I know you don't believe in me, but that's alright
I just wanted someone, to talk with tonight
