Youve long been on the open road Youve been sleeping in the rain From dirty words and muddy cells Your clothes are dark and stained But the dirty words and the mud of cells Will soon be judged insane So only stop and rest yourself And youll be off again I know you are no stranger down The crooked rainbow trial From dancing cliffs and shattered sills To slander shackled jails Where the melodies drift up from below As walls are being scaled Yes all of this and more my friend Our song shall not be failed So take off your thirsty boots And stay for awhile Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile And maybe I can make you laugh And maybe I can try Just looking for the evening And the morning in your eyes Then tell me of the ones you see As far as you could see Across the plains from field to town Marching to be free And of the rusted prison gates That tumble by degree Like laughing children one by one They look like you and me So take off your thirsty boots And stay for awhile Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile And maybe I can make you laugh And maybe I can try Just looking for the evening And the morning in your eyes
maybe, thirsty, cell, dusty, awhile