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All along the endless trail
And so here we are
Back on the road again
On the dusty road again
Back on the endless trail
Old lovers in a new car
Riding through no mans land
Somewhere in nowhere land
Back on the endless trail
New songs and old guitars
Old towns and rusty cars
Cowboys in dusty bars
All along the endless trail
Hidden lakes and gravel roads
Freight trains with heavy loads
Prairie dogs and mountain goats
All along the endless trail
Your love is my light
Turns darkness into day
Darkness into day
All along the endless trail
Your love is my guide
It helps me find my way
At last I found my way
All along the endless trail
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A place where love found a home
At the end of the road where the cottonwoods grow
There’s a house built from hope, wood and stone
Friendly dogs by the door and a cat on our bed
That’s a place where love found a home
There are trains rolling by underneath an endless sky
We could hear them long before they come
Sharing songs and some beer, sharing laughter and tears
At a place where love found a home
Where the prairie winds blow and the winter’s full of snow
There it's so easy to write a peaceful song
It’s a blessing to be on the range at Harney Creek
That’s a place where love found a home
An old house filled with arts, hippie dreams and old guitars
Wish we could have stayed all summer long
But now it’s time to travel on but we’ll leave you this song
About a place where love found a home
Where the prairie wind blows …
At the end of the road where the cottonwoods grow
There’s a house built from hope, wood and stone
Friendly dogs by the door and a cat on our bed
That’s a place where love found a home
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Fifty days on the road
03:17
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Fifty days on the road
Fifty days on the road
Such a long long way to go
From LA to Laramie
From Santa Fe to Carson City
Another day, another town
Secret places we have found
Any way the winds may blow
Fifty days on the road
We were invited by some friends
So good to see them again
But very soon we gotta go
We gotta get back on the road
So many beauties we had to see
Wild horses and ancient trees
But among them, this is true
The most beautiful was you
Fifty days on the road ...
They call it land of the free
But sometimes it seemed to me
It's mostly freedom for themselves
Not for anybody else
They call it home of the brave
We saw heroes all the way
But the most heroic deed would be
To sink their weapons into sea
Fifty days on the road ...
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Hey Santa Fe
03:50
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Hey Santa Fe
We were coming from the north across the hills of Raton
And I was reminded of an old country song
Townes van Zandt was singing about snow and love and pain
And later in the evening we saw her face again
Hey Santa Fe you still make me smile
Some old native ways, some new hippie style
Your skin is brown, turquoise is the heart
An old adobe town or just a work of art
It was a very special day, they call it the Fiesta
And we listened to the songs of a Mariachi Band
A lot of police for a gun rampage in Texas
Love is the answer, the problem is the gun
Hey Santa Fe ...
We walked up to Martyrs Cross right on the edge of town
To see the lights of the city from high above
A lot of copples to watch the sundown
Hate is the enemy, the answer is love
Hey Santa Fe ...
We were coming from the north 'cross the hills of Raton
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Green River
04:16
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Green river
The badlands of Wyoming that’s where you’re coming from
Heading south you’re passing the lost Green River town
‘til Colorado River takes all that you can bring
There’s a song I’d like to sing
Green River, Green River
You saw these native painters painting pictures on your walls
You saw these worn out settlers on the Spanish Trail
You saw these greedy companies digging for Uranium
But you just keep rolling on
Green River, Green River
Old Green River is rolling on and on, on and on he goes
Old Green River is rolling on and on, where he goes no one knows
We’ve seen so many rivers, some were wild and some were strong
But we’ve never seen such colors, sparkling green under the sun
But no river’s just a river and no song is just a song
Just keep rolling along
Green River, Green River
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Old Bristlecone Pine
04:31
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Old bristlecone pine
We met you on the heights of ole Wheelers Peak
You were standing there so silent and strong
A part of you dry for your own sake
A part of you green summer and winter long
Old bristlecone pine what a wonder you are
All over the world you’re one of a kind
From the moment we’re met you’re deep in my heart
So long old Bristlecone Pine
You started to grow two thousand years ago
When the Romans began to conquer the world
You resisted the drought, the frost and the snow
The Romans are gone but you are still here
Old bristlecone pine ...
Where the last picas live and the icy wind blows
There are age-old trees above the timberline
Half dead half alive but they still grow
There’s a lot to learn from a Bristlecone Pine
Old bristlecone pine ...
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Don’t ever let them tame you
We were riding on a mountain road to Reno
It was a warm and clear September day
From the view point we took a look at Reno
And there we saw them only two hundred feet away
We climbed down to get closer
They were grazing so proud and so free
We spent some time among wild horses
And the lines of this song occurred to me
Don’t ever let them tame you
Don’t let these fools get you down
For what ever they may blame you
This open land will be your home
At farmers market back in Carson City
We met a lady at the wild horses stand
She told us about the conflicts with the ranchers
They are not prepared to share the public land
They say wild horses are rivalry to their cattle
And the government should keep the number low
But reducing is another word for slaughtering
There’s nothing more I need to know
Don’t ever let them tame you …
What a shame for this so called land of freedom
Can’t they feel the mustangs touch
Once their number added up to million
But now 70.000 are too much
Don’t ever let them tame you …
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The loneliest road in America
It’s September 18, are we still in Utah
We’re at the Border Inn Motel on the stateline to Nevada
They call it “The loneliest road in America”
We’re heading for the west right through the middle of nowhere
For the next 400 miles nothing but Nevada
They call it “The loneliest road in America”
Valleys and mountains, mountains and plains
All over the Great Basin, a desert with no rain
They call it “The loneliest road in America”
And in the evening we came to Austin (Nevada)
About thirty vultures were circling above town
And into the bargain it started raining
The motel a dump, the shops were all closed down
And so we called it “The sleaziest town in America”
It’s September 19, back on the road again
The wind is hot and dry, raising dust and sand
And they call it “The loneliest road in America”
They show us all the heroes of the Pony Express
Riding on the same way but never got no rest
Now they call it “The loneliest road in America”
Reaching Carson City at the end of the second day
Was the ride worth the struggle, who’s the one to say
They call it “The loneliest road in America”
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We did it again
04:16
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We did it again
So good night my love, lay your head on my shoulder
It’s been a wonderful day with you by my side
Come closer my love for the nights getting colder
Put that book away and turn off the light
And dream of the bluebirds in the Sierra Nevada
We’ve seen them today as old lovers and friends
Dream of the mountain lake, the azure blue water
Dream of the Emerald Bay, we did it again
More than sixty years old, still quite a bit crazy
Running down the road and chasing the wind
Still looking for gold at the end of the rainbow
Our love is not old, we did it again
And dream of that bluebirds ...
So good night my love ...
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10. |
Pawn shops
04:02
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Pawn shops
I came to the US this time without any of my guitars
We thought there might be problems with the immigration man
For the festival in Centennial I borrowed one of Jay's guitars
And in Laramie I played an old Fender from Dan
These were really great guitars but had to give them back
But still I needed one for the songwriting along the road
And so we went into a pawn shop
Oh boy I hate these god damn pawn shops
So many things that were precious for someone
If you look close enough you see the hidden teardrops
But the worst of all they're trading guns, they're selling guns
Oh man, there were really a lot of guns in this big hall
Enough to wipe out whole Laramie and half Wyoming
But they had also two fine guitars hanging on the wall
But much too expensive and so I left them hanging
Later I bought one in a music store, an used Fender made in China
But at the end of the tour we had to resell it
So again we went into a pawn shop
Oh boy I hate these god damn pawn shops ...
Oh man, we rode a lot of highways all over the western states
And most of the warning signs were damaged by bullets
That means grown men are riding through the night in a pick-up truck
Shooting on elks and cows and bears on metal plates
May be for you that's not a big thing but to me this is frightening
Do you remember the end of Easy Rider - I do
And by the way I gave the guitar to a music store in Hollywood
Oh boy I hate these god damn pawn shops ...
Deadly guns … hand guns, shot guns, pump guns and all this crap
Why would they do that … deadly weapons … tell me why?
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Dear Mr. President
04:44
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Dear Mr. President
Dear Mr. President, I do not really like you
Using your power for your personal revenge
Your friend Jesus he wouldn’t act like you do
But your power will come to natural end
But I’m afraid of the people that support you
Too many cowboys and gamblers and old ghosts
Gambling 'way future for a moment of glory
These are the ones I fear the most
Dear Mr. President, it isn't easy not to hate you
'though the doctors say there's something with your brain
May be that's a way they might impeach you
But does it really matter if you’re evil or insane
I’m afraid of the people that support you ...
Dear Mr. President, I really do despise you
Using your power for your personal revenge
Jesus he wouldn’t act like you do
But your power will come to natural end
Yes your power will come to natural end
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Back to Pacific time
03:55
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Back to Pacific Time
Where the morning sun is rising above the mountains
And the evening sun is sinking in the sea
There are whales and dolphins appearing in the ocean
And there are pelicans resting on an old palm tree
Looks like we’re back, back to Pacific Time
Finally we’re back, back to Pacific Time
We are walking along Olde San Luis Pier
Seals and sea lions are sprawling in the sun
Moments like this are moving me to tears
One of the best things we've ever done
Looks like we’re back ...
We are watching the tide as it comes and goes
Lying at the ocean on the beach of Avila
And in the evening it’s getting pretty cold
But I still feel the warmness of your love
Looks like we’re back ...
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Old motels
05:23
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Old motels
I love this old motels in somewhere USA
Affordable rates and an age old swimming pool
They served us well all along the way
Somehow out of date but they got soul
Remember the Zion Motel in Springdale/Utah
Only half a mile from the entrance of the park
We saw the last sun glowing on Church Mesa
And we were visited by some mule deer in the dark
Remember Northside Motel, Imperial/Nebraska
Cicadas were chirping all night long
And the old fridge it sounded like a Harley
So finally I had to shut it down
Remember Ypsilon Motel in Chama/New Mexico
The room was small as a prison cell
But in the yard there stood this pony
And you talked to her til everything was still
Remember the Holiday Lodge in Hawthorne/Nevada
The ammunition center all over the USA
But from the first floor we saw peaceful mountains
Having fried rice from a Chinese Take away
Remember the Gold Lodge in Sonora/California
There was a red rose blooming at our door
But there was also this heavy-weighted junkie
Telling everyone he won't use it anymore
This is High Desert Motel at Joshuah Tree Park
Close to the place Gram Parsons died
Oh, what an ending to this chapter of our trails
Not the last one, at least we’ll try
I love this old motels ..
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Fifty days on the road (reprise)
Fifty days on the road, such a long long way to go
From LA to Laramie, from Santa Fe to Carson City
Another day, another town, secret places we have found
Any way the winds may blow, fifty days on the road
We were invited by some friends, good to see them again
But very soon we gotta go, gotta get back on the road
So many beauties we had to see, wild horses and ancient trees
But among them, this is true, the most beautiful was you
They call it land of the free but sometimes it seemed to me
It's mostly freedom for themselves, not for anybody else
They call it home of the brave, we saw heroes all the way
The most heroic deed would be to sink their weapons into sea
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Klaus Adamaschek & Shiregreen Rotenburg An Der Fulda, Germany
Klaus Adamaschek touches his audience with intelligent songwriting, a charismatic voice and deep thoughts. Musically, he combines influences from American folk, rock and country music with the classic German singer-songwriter tradition. Klaus Adamaschek has already released 14 albums as a solo artist and also with his Shiregreen Band. His songs and albums are highly praised by the critics. ... more
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