PRESCOTT AGAIN

 

Riding down an old dirt road not knowing where it would end;

When up ahead a strange voice said I’d hold it right there friend.

Are you friend or foe? I really need to know-

They want to take my home away from me

 

I asked him what he meant by that and he said that it ain’t no use.

You ask for explanations, and all you get is more confused.

The river’s deep and clean you can smell the evergreen;

I don’t know what they mean by trying to drown it all.

 

The old man saw that I meant no harm and he laid his shotgun down.

His yelling stopped when he noticed me begin to look around.

The neighbors have all gone; no I did not go along.

I had to take things on in my own way.

 

            My family moved from Prescott here in 1938.

            Once again the news comes in we’ve got to relocate.

            I tell you what you do- though it’s really up to you;

            If you want to put on the screws you ought to follow……me.

 

We’ll go downtown and put up a stink- they’ll have to listen then.

Well there ain’t no town and there ain’t no one to do the listening.

There was a few that tried, but they couldn’t turn the tide.

Ain’t no place to hide, I’ll just be staying here.

 

I climbed back on and I rode away not knowing what to think,

All the rest of the world I guessed had pushed him to the brink.

Thanks for your concern, but there’s no where left to turn.

There’s a lesson here to learn but it is too late now.

 

The hot summer day was making my throat a little dry.

When loaders, trucks and bulldozers began to catch my eye.

The river’s deep and clean you can smell the evergreen;

I don’t know what they mean by trying to drown it all.

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