"Long I Ride" lyrics - ROBBIE FULKS

ROBBIE FULKS
"Long I Ride"

It's ryegrass in the wintertime, flowers in the spring
But Texas in the summer is nigh on suffering
I went up on Jackson Hill, at a diner I sat down
And I waved at every stranger just to move the air around
It's long to ride for the little I gain

Hey when I left that Brooklyn girl, I never thought it through
She had silk brocade in her bedroom and a job that paid for two
Think I'll get down the old guitar and see what I may find
Take a dollar off some lawyer on the number seven line
It's long to ride for the little I gain

These New York folks'll treat you kind when your wallet's in your hand
But a six-string on your shoulder could be the devil's brand
They'll put themselves above you but for all their strut and brag
I'd trade every brick on Wall Street for one Black Mountain Rag
It's long to ride for the little I gain

A road back to my boyhood, if I could only go
There's a little girl that stole my heart and I think she'd like to know
But the road it goes but one way and the only goal in sight
Is to make a bit more in the daytime than I drink down at night
It's long to ride for the little I gain

They say the Norfolk girls are fair and they all sing right on key
But I went down and never found one sang as good as me
And they say that there's a wondrous land for any good man that dies
And if it's got drink and women well then I'll be surprised
It's long to ride for the little I gain