Robinson

I don't know just how the story goes

That silver highway net that ensnared my great grandpa's soul

There's promise in the Peach Bowl said a Woody song

And work for hands been still way too long

I get that old-time drifter's feeling from him

He blew out west on the old Oklahoma wind

Now my heart's at home though my feet still roam

There's a carrot just beyond my bed

His restless locomotive bones at work in my head

I know the orange tree in the yard

I bear the name he brought from God knows how far

An old photo so windblown and a workman's smile

His crow's feet I inherit after a while

I get that old-time drifter's feeling from him

He blew out west on the old Oklahoma wind

Now my heart's at home though my feet still roam

There's a carrot hangs just beyond my bed

His restless locomotive bones at work in my head

His restless locomotive bones at work in my head