well im driving through nevada as fast as i can fresh from lake tahoe with a nugget wrapped in a set list im heading south of boise with campefire in my hair ive been losing all my inhibitions somewhere out here they say i live the life romantic i aint got a penny to my name i could come here and leave with nothing and be happy just the same these people they climb the pulpit they try to convince me to stay but i dont stick around long enough to hear what they have to say im gone gone gone like shadows on your lawn like cold wind blowing strong i go back down like the sun and im always there these people aint got much they just clap and sing along but thats all a folk singer could ever want some of these bosses are saints and some of them aint but from austin to missoula i just do whatever it takes and this preacher digs my music but hes worried about my soul says if i dont playing guitar he reckons i wont die at all cause i play on this thing more often than i breathe if you cant kill me in mid song then you cant kill me this wide eyed local finds me and he throws me to the ground he says you look just like jesus without the blood without the crown he begs me for salvation i give him a meager dose just enough to get him going to the next folk show and ive been dreaming of the woman who simply lets me want her with lips as red as moab as wet as gualala she holds me in her arms she treats me like a prayer she says i wont let you die lest you first promise to live 