appeared on Poet Wind

(Chris Deschner/David Munyon)
(Song for TV 2)

Well you learned to play at thirteen
On someone's old guitar
An' you waited for the memories
To become your stars
But time she takes her sweet way

Ain't no point in looking back
An' you wonder how your old car
Was ever goin' to last

Well you ramble past the factories
And the supermarket nights
Well some dreams, they get buried
An' some you still hold tight
And vodka takes advantage
Cause the nights can get so cold
So you travel like a warrior
On this guitar road
On this guitar road

Well you grew up there in Fortworth
You grew up in the bars
You went down deep inside your soul
Just to listen to your heart
Some say that heaven's angels
Helped you with some parts
An' gamblin' took you places
Some were kinda dark

Well you ramble past the factories...

Some people call it crazy
An' others call it art
But just a few do realize
What you're talking about
I hope your days are easy
May your pockets fill with gold
An' may you forever roll
On this guitar road

Well you ramble past the factories. .
Well you ramble past the factories...
On this guitar road
On this guitar road

David Munyon: vocal, guitars
Chris Jones: guitars
Martin Großkurth: hammond organ
Hans-Jörg Maucksch: bass