Riding along the trail way up high in the hills
just me and my johnny walker and a little bottle of pills
dark clouds movin in from way off to the south
I took another swig and popped another pill in my mouth
I was headin down home for the first time in weeks
I'd spent way to much time on these high mountain peaks
I missed my sweet girl I'd been away far to long
if I didnt get home soon she'd think somthin was wrong
The rain started to fall and the thunder cracked loud
lightning bolts shot straight out of a dark cloud
further down the trail I crossed a rickity old bridge
where I found some shelter under a low mountain ridge
I started a little fire and settled in for the night
I started playing my guitar by the camp fire light
I wrote a little tune about my sweetheart at home
I played all night long as I sat there alone
The ideas came out fast and the words came clear
as I sat there and wrote about my sweet little dear
I thought of her smile and the touch of her kiss
the words came out they went somthin like this...
...Riding along the trail way up high in the hills
just me and my johnny walker and a little bottle of pills
dark clouds movin in from way off to the south
I took another swig and popped another pill in my mouth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem