She was mud and sand and concrete
Mixed with water made of tears
From the rivers runnin' down the great divide
She was three thousand miles
Of rockin' rollin' highway

aurora_borealis

(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)

One night last summer we were camped at ten thousand feet up where the air is clear, high in the rockies of lost lake, colorado. and as the fire

i_wish_there_was_more_that_i_could_give

(walt meskell, tim martin)

[spoken]
I found her settin' on a sioux city park bench, on a late november afternoon. me, i was just driftin' through. she said she was fourteen, an

glenwood_canyon

When rivers ran blue up on the mountain
And rivers ran green out on the plain
When the river ran red in glenwood canyon
It was only a matter of time

Then rivers ran

the_little_brown_sparrow_and_me

(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)

One green april mornin', when i was a young boy
I lay by the window, a-watchin' the rain
And i wondered if ever the sun would come s

roy

(c.w. mccall, b. fries, c. davis)
From the album wilderness

[c.w. clears his throat.]
Roy. by c.w. mccall.

[the only musical instrument heard is the plucking

old_home_filler up_an’_keep_on_a truckin’_cafe


ghost_town

(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)

[the sound of a lonely harmonica.]

The dance hall is silent and empty
The banjos don't play anymore
The music is only a

roses_for_mama

(johnny wilson, gene dobbins, wayne sharpe)

[spoken]

Well, i had two weeks vacation comin', so i thought i'd drive down to florida: spend some time with an old friend, d

black_bear_road

(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)

Me an' rj an' the kids was on a camp-out in the mountains, and we had us one'a them u-drive-'em army jeep cars which we rented from a fella by t

the_silverton

She was born one mornin' on a san juan summer
Back in eighteen and eighty and one
She was a beautiful daughter of the d and r g
And she weighed about a thousand ton



camp_bird_mine

(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)

'way out in colorado
In the camp bird mine
Down deep in the darkness
On level nine
Where the water trickles
An' yo

the_only_light

Just another Texas bus stop
Texas never seems to end
On my seventh cup a' coffee
Waitress, hit me once again
Gotta date in Colorado
With the woman in my life
I

convoy

(Yeah, breaker one-nine, this here’s the Rubber Duck, you got a copy
on me Pigpen? C’mon.)
(Ah yeah, ten-four Pigpen, for sure, for sure. By golly it’s clean clear to
Fl

city_of_new_orleans

(steve goodman)

Ridin' on the city of new orleans
Illinois central monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Two conductors and a-twenty-five sac