Down those lonesome tracks
that led to somewhere back
a time of red roses by the side of a shack
pool rooms and fresh news
from out of a gunny sack
He talked and he talked
as he drove all day
taking us further and further away
I miss him today. sweet Neal
Innocence sweaty, sensual and scarred
there can be no other bum so proud
there can never be a truth so loud
as Neal
Headin’ down those lonesome tracks
looking for a home cooked meal
