first signs of spring
diamond leaf moss
tufted bird's foot moss
I was born a dirt poor man. All my life I've had hard working hands but I sang my song as I carried my load 'cause I had a dream about Rainbow Road. Then one day a man came along, heard me playing and singing my songs. He bought me clothes and paid up every debt I owed, sent me on my way down Rainbow Road.
Then one night a man with a knife pushed me 'til I had to take his life. Fast as falling all my friends were gone. That old judge traded me a sentence for a song. Now I'm living with this ball and chain. I had to wear a number before they ever heard my name. And like the dream I'm growing old, but we still sing about Rainbow Road.
"I thought when everything is wrong and nothing is right and the day is dark as the darkest night a pint of scotch was your only friend. I got quite poorly with the drinking. If I didn't go to jail I think it would have killed me. But I learned, beyond the fog lies clarity, daylight has a way of arriving at just the right time."