A trio of return-trip songs

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As before, a trio of singable songs from the unalterably three hour return trip from Portland:

Steve Earle – Guitar Town

A song I find myself singing on the road even when it’s not on the radio:

Hey pretty baby don’t you know it ain’t my fault
Love to hear the steel belts hummin’ on the asphalt
Wake up in the middle of the night in a truck stop
Stumble in the restaurant wonderin’ why I don’t stop…

The Tannahill Weavers – Capernaum

One of those tunes that gives a bass singer leave to growl like a shovelhead Harley.

If a’ the tears that thou hast gat
Edinbro’, Edinbro’
If a’ the tears that thou hast gat
Were shed intae the sea
Where would ye find an Ararat
Edinbro’, Edinbro’
Where would ye find an Ararat
Frae that fell flood tae flee?

Johnny Cash – Ghost Riders In The Sky

Another natural choice. Not only did Johnny & I live in the same vocal range, but my dad used to sing these songs to me riding up Rt. 5 to our place in Charles City Co.. For a kid who was already reading ghost stories, the following passage was the black bleeding edge of fear to me:

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry

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