TIMBERBOUND (John & Kim Cunnick)
Well it's every living creeper is a part of what it seems,
And what'll wake here every morning is a child of last night's dream.
As the sapling has been twisted so the tree's been turned around
And as I live and breathe and sing here this poor boy's been timberbound.
I been snowbound, I been waterbound, I been bound to travel, too,
Binded in the bands of love—I loved it a time or two.
I been bonded to the firmament, I been bound to love the blues,
And I swear to God my friends there's times
I been timberbound like you.
There seems to be a gap or so I won't go into here
And I know there was a sunrise, WW II was in the air.
But I carry still the name I bore, some few that I was called.
And I've prayed at night a child of mine might bear no name at all.
I lived on Fell and Baker, Lord, I loved that slender town,
It seemed to be the misty past, I took the long way round.
I've seen the circle squared in cedar and the saw go spir'ling round
As I waited by the carriage with my mind on Timberbound.
I've waited by some breakdowns when I did not have a tool,
Lived out my life from hand to hand and been a harp short as a rule,
I've spoken to musicians, shit I've listened to the blues,
But the boy that's down without a song is the boy that's payin some dues.
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