Over the Pines

I can hear a guitar, off in the distance
Sounds a lot like, like a rebel yell
The boys are playin’, down at the drive in
I wish them well, I hope they give ‘em hell , oh yeah

Out on the front porch, the old chairs are rockin’
The old folks are talkin’, and holdin’ hands
And in the back lane, somebody’s walkin’
Way down here, you know where you stand

Feel a cooling breeze, mist over the water
Where the river bends, I am goin’ back again
I'm gonna live my life, oh the only way I want to
Hey, hey, I’ll be fine, when I'm past the freeway sign

Here it comes, and I am ready
I got my ticket, I’m the first in line
Lift me up, so warm and steady
Like the moon, risin’ over the pines --- over the pines

I'm just sitting here, beatin’ on my six string
Wishin’ I was sixteen, just once more
Life was simple then, yeah everyone was singin’
Pack up my bags, what am I waitin’ for

If there was a bus, that could take me there tomorrow
I would go this time, I would leave this life behind
Take me to a place, where I never knew no sorrow
Back where I could find, some piece of mind

Here it comes, and I am ready
I got my ticket, I’m the first in line
Lift me up, so warm and steady
Like the moon, risin’ over the pines --- over the pines
 

© Don Adams and Jim Gee

Jim – acoustic guitar, bass, mandolin
Don – vocal, acoustic guitar, piano