Townes Van Zandt - High Low And In Between

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i come from a long line , high low and in between , same as you .

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hills of golden , miles of poison time’s thrown me through .

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and i believe i’ve come to learn that turnin’ round is to become confusion ,

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and the gold’s no good for spendin’ , and the poison’s hungry waitin’ .

what can you leave behind , when you’re flyin’ lightnin’ fast and all alone?
only a trace my friend , spirit of motion born and direction grown .
a trace that will not fade in frozen skies , and your journey will be .
and if a shadow don’t seem much company , well who said it would be?

there is a highway , and the homemade lovin’ kind , the highway’s mine .
and we ramblers get the travelin’ down , you fathers build with stones , that stand and shine .
heaven’s where you find it and you can’t take too much with you .
but Daddy , don’t you listen , it’s just this highway talkin’ .

all things that are alive , are brothers in the soil , and in the sky .
and i believe it with my blood , if not my eyes .
i don’t know why we can’t be brothers here , i know we should be .
and the answers don’t seen easy , and i’m wondering if they could be .

thanks townes , rest in peace my brother .