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アーティスト:Greg Brown  アルバム:The Evening Call 

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I think I'll drive out to Eugene, get a slide-in camper for My truck, pack a bamboo rod, hip boots, a book of flies from A Missoula pawn shop, rub mink oil into the cracked leather, Wonder about the old guy who tied these trout chew flies. They work good. Take along my Gibson JF45 made by women During World War II, coffee stained stack of maps, a little Propane stove, a pile of old quilts, a can opener, kipper Snacks, smoked oysters, gun powder tea, a copper teapot, and A good sharp knife. Sometimes you have to go - look for your life. I'll park by some rivers, cook up some rice and beans, read Ferlinghetti out loud, talk to the moon tell, her all my Life tales, she's heard them many times. I'll make up some New juicier parts, drink cold whiskey from a tin cup, sit in A lawn chair and fiddle with my memories, close my eyes and See. Sometimes you gotta go not look for nothin'. The Northwest is good, once you get off I-5 and wander up And down the Willamette dammit, on the back back roads. I Know a few people who'd let me park in their drive, plug in For a night or two, stay up late, and talk about these crazy Times - the blandification of our whole situation. And then Back to the woods. A dog is bound to find me sooner or Later. Sometimes you gotta not look too hard - just let the Dog find you. Then head south and east, maybe through Nevada, the Moonscape of Utah. Stay in some weird campground where Rodney and Marge keep an eye on


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