Robert Hunter. Dry Dusty Road. Zeneszám

Dry dusty road
Dry dusty road
Brother, won't you carry me along
This dry dusty road

Children shallying
Playing in the morning sun
Spike-heeled lady
Running through the burying ground

You set my soul on fire
You set me on my own
Broke-down car but the wheels still roll
Down the dry, dry dusty road

Stuck inside a tunnel
Beset with diamond lies
Wings of night enclosing
Like a long, long night without a dawning

Being bent on ruin
I tried to sell my name
All that I got for it
Was one good look at flame

Drive, drive dusty road
Dry dusty road
Oh brother, let me carry you along
This dry dusty road

In that flame I saw a face
I've never seen before
If they ask me why, I know
Just who I done this for

No one else to come to
Not much else I know
Not much else I'm good for
Lay away my lady-o

You set my soul on fire
You set me on my own
Broke-down car but the wheels still roll
Down the dry, dry dusty road

Dry dusty road
Dry, dry
Dry dusty road
Dry dusty road
Dry dusty road