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Down Here At The Crossroads

by Steve Bonham and The Long Road

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Chillin’ with my friend the Devil Sharin’ his cigar He said, “Stick with me son, You’ll surely travel far” I fell to earth when my plans went wrong I’m a hobo just like you I’ve set about to drain the swamp What else was I to do? Won’t you come and join me You’ve got mansions in your eye Don’t believe it when they diss me I’m a regular kind of guy I said I’d think it over I might have other plans To tell the truth they’re nothing much Since losing sweet Diane I’m down here at the crossroads, bourbon in my hand Got no time for friends and lovers, I wanna join the band I’m down here at the crossroads, not gonna make a stand Get on board my clean machine, I wanna join the band All the girls that never were Were out there giving head If you refuse to toe the line You might as well be dead When all the stars are hoping One day they’ll draw a line On the smiling sweet assassin They met at party time Oh, the production lines and sweatshops Are just rusting back to hell The poor are just a-wasting In their rotten prison cells And down here in the wastelands Where hope is just a thief They’re shooting OxyContin In the hope of some relief Ah C’mon man stop crawling, we can see the tumbling sky Come up to the mountain top, see how far we’ll fly We’ll take a trip down Broadway Street, maybe to Paradise Bust our way right outta here, don’t ask the price!
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Hear the tales from the wood Told by a man who's no better than he could be See the sign up in the sky Written by a girl who believed she could fly free You and me chasing stars Without a rocket ship, we won't get very far The air up here is getting mighty thin Go back home, they'll be wondering where you've been Like a memory of rain Falling on a desert, on a dry and empty plane Words come tumbling down To the dark black pool where all the chances drown The lover and the thief, the riders on the range The dead eyed boys are singing, something’s gotta change Freedom's just line on a promissory note Devil’s in the detail, grabs you by the throat Ooh! Something’s gotta change! Ooh! Something’s gotta change!
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Jim watches some old show, drinks his coffee on repeat Which ever way he goes along a losing street Someone’s shouting out aloud, the police out here are trying to frame me Just a face in an angry crowd, someone come and save me In the room across the hall, sleeps the lonely Madeleine All her hopes are in a hold all, life like a weather vain Joe and Sue are making love, he’s never seen a girl so naked Gives his thanks to the Lord above, he found this room vacated Jean folds up her party dress, placed it slowly in a suitcase Starts to think it’s for the best, she quits this hiding place As the card school starts to go, getting ice from on the landing Ace or deuce it’s hard to know, it takes some understanding Out on the highway, this heart worn carousel We’re all seeking refuge, in this strange motel
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Washed Away 05:28
If you’re gonna catch something, catch it in New Orleans Where Jimmy Bean Ballero plays, in the shade of Cypress tree Death is down on Bourbon Street, dancing in the rain Alligator feather in his hat, twirlin’ on a silver cane We’re gonna get washed away We’re gonna get washed away Looking for a place to play We’re gonna get washed away We’re gonna get washed away Hoping for a place to stay Ruthie heads to the Mardi Gras in her old wedding dress Lucky Beads her new best friend, smoking Kool cigarettes A tourist down from up the coast, counting up the cost Golden Lantern at 6am, I’m guessin’ that poor boy’s lost. Arcadia stands with its books so high, but I’m looking for Marie Laveau A man in there can find each one, kindly told me where to go Hurricane came roaring in. Water’s pilin’ high Me and you keep dancing on, afraid to say goodbye

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released March 26, 2021

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Steve Bonham and The Long Road England, UK

A swampy brew of styles mixed from both sides of the ocean, characterised by sharp lyrics, great melodies and the fab sound of acoustic instruments being played with passion and purpose. It’s a kind of music that appeals to the renegade and outlaw in us all. ... more

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