Love of Folk
A night in the city of flowers
Hey, I'm just passing through
Lifted up with the help of a Viking lad who'd
Just passed twenty two
We'd been chasing the sun with the rain at our heels
Could hang a left for a diamond mine
But mother she calls, so we're headed her way
Over mountains and railway lines
In a quarry I laid my guitar down
On some old preconceived ideas
And a bluesman demands my attention, like
The road on the ride down here
A kiss for a song?
If I get a note wrong
Would he step back?
I guess that he wouldn't
'Cause summer's almost gone
I could ask him to come
When the road calls
But I wouldn't
We hit the road for the love of folk
We hit the road, it's the life we know
We hit the road like there's nothing to lose
But it's taking it all everyday this
The life that we choose
Through to Sun Valley in search of a gap in the clouds
Rain, a fly in my whisky
That I'm just picking out
A voice in my head and outside Kill City Blues
Well, everyone's a critic
Ain't that the truth?
We hit the road for the love of folk
We hit the road, it's the life we know
We hit the road like there's nothing to lose
But it's taking it all everyday this
The life that we choose
But it's taking it all everyday this
The life that we choose
