Lyrics

1st Time I Crossed

The 1st time I crossed the Great Midwestern Plains
the wind was blowin' hard and it looked like rain.
No trucks were stoppin', there were no trains for hoppin',
just the wind.

And the tumbleweed was blowin' past cars goin' east.
Made me wonder if they'd blow all the way to the sea.
And I was so light, good gust of wind blew me down the road
a mile.

Then along comes this Chevy wagon, got its tail pipe a'draggin'.
Got two guys and girl and all they own in the world.
They said if I could find the room, well, I was welcome
to a ride.

Squeeze in between the two cats.
Hope you don't mind the dog.
We're bound for Wyoming, think we'll settle down.
Tell us where you're goin'.

Well, I said, "New England's my home and I've been two weeks on this road.
Maybe next year I'll figure out where I'm goin'."
They just laughed and I laughed and we got that little chevy
back in gear.

Well, we drove for hours, dodgin' tornadoes and showers.
And the only buildin's we saw was the co-op grain towers.
Veritable scrapers of the sky, the Midwest's
high-rise.

And as long as we went west, why that sun, she wouldn't set.
Finally had to stop and get ourselves some rest.
Found a cheap room with T.V. and check out time
at noon.

Squeeze in between the two cats.
Hope you don't mind sleepin' with a dog.
We're bound for Wyoming, think we'll settle down.
Tell us where you're goin.

Now as we crossed that prairie, dreamin' ?bout cowboys and stars,
And each of us takin' a turn on a broken down harp,
Passin' through towns that had one moble home
and a bar.

Well, we finally got to Denver, they was goin' north,
I was goin' south, so they let me out.
Said if I ever got to Wyoming I should give them
a call.

Well, its been ten years now, since the parting of our ways,
I drifted town to town, no more than two week stays.
Just lookin' for a place I might be able to
settle down.

But I've found driftin' just like being that grass on the Plains,
You get blowed ?round and ?round but your roots, they remain the same.
Just need that one good wind, blow you back home
again.

Squeeze in between the two cats.
Hope you don't mind my dog.
We're bound for New England, think we'll settle down.
Tell me where you're goin.

Squeeze in between the two cats.
Hope you don't mind my dog.
We're bound for New England, think we'll settle down.
Tell me where you're goin.

Words & music copyright © by Ned Lucas 2003