Cause when your head gets twisted or your mind grows numb,
You think you’re too old, too young, too smart, too dumb,
Lagging behind, oh, you’re losing your pace
In the slow-motion crawl of life’s busy race
No matter what you’re doing, if you start giving up
If the wine don’t come to the top of your cup
Wind’s got you sideways, one hand holding on
The other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
Your train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
Wood’s easy finding but you’re lazy to fetch it
Lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow’s morning seems so far away
And you can feel the reins from your pony is slipping
And your hands are a-sliding, rope is a-dripping
Sidewalks start crawling and your street gets too long
And you start walking backwards but you know this is wrong
Sunny deserts and your evergreen valleys
Turn to broken-down slums and trash can alleys
Your sky cries water and your drain pipes are pouring
Lighting’s a-flashing and your thunder’s a-crashing
Windows are rattling and breaking
And your rooftop, well it starts shaking
And your whole world is all
slamming and banging


Lyrics submitted by summerlover0092

A Fraction of Thoughts on Woody Guthrie song meanings
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