Tracks

(album: Tracks - 2020)

At the end of summer we set off like trains
In the humid, hot weather walking, no sign of rain we rolled
About thirty miles, stopping only for barley water
Three sons of parents and another pair of parent's daughters

Walking down the tracks
Walking down the tracks
Walking down the tracks
Walking down the tracks

Smoke from the forest fires, filled up the air
While we jumped in the lake tired, in our underwear
And then kept traveling on, upon trestles through the darkness
The full moon glowing orange, in the woods we found a spot to rest

On the tracks
Walking on the tracks
Walking on the tracks
Walking on the tracks

Oh, that old-time feeling of walking without a care
All them natural joys and fears do rise and raise our hair

Walking on the tracks
Walking on the tracks
Walking on the tracks
Walking on the tracks

Walking down the tracks
Walking down the tracks
Walking down the tracks
Walking down the tracks