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Golden Gate

Passed Richmond, Atlanta, still shakin' off the chill
Grey haven, Montgomery, one more triptik to fill
On the outskirts of town, I felt my heart give way
Knew angels are forgiven ones, the rest of us can only pray
So I sat in my paper room and cried
With my head in my hands

Cause I drove for Montgomery with a prayer for wings
For a red velvet mojo bag from the dark heart of New Orleans
Thought I'd burn myself clean in the West Texas glare
Fly new 'cross the Golden Gate, find you waiting there

Endless causeway, just above a bayou flood
Big easy, I knew I could pay in blood
Dark corner of the Quarter, I laid my money down
But I could feel the magic draining back into the ground
So I left doing eighty, cried, gripped the wheel in my hands

Cause I drove for Montgomery with a prayer for wings
For a red velvet mojo bag from the dark heart of New Orleans
Thought I'd burn myself clean on the Santa Fe plain
Drive in on the Golden Gate, maybe see you again

I left hope spun out on the miles
Like a tape right off the reel
The further west, the more I knew
No song I could play would make you feel what I feel
So I sit here on the rocks and cry with my life in my hands

Cause I drove for Montgomery, there were no wings to be
Got a mojo in my pocket, but it sure don't work for me
I burned myself clean in the Mojave sun
I'm here at the Golden Gate, here at the Golden Gate
And you're just gone

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