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John Henry Bosworth, late in 'sixty-eight

Decided that the time had come to settle his estate

The riots of the summer were creeping into fall

So he packed his family in the car

And chose to leave it all

Out on the open road with his elbow in the breeze

He pulled his woman to him

And he gave her heart a squeeze

With a song that he’d been singing

And they waved to the people that they passed

All along the highway they went winging

Headed for their paradise at last

John Henry Bosworth’s family on the farm

Elizabeth is sitting knitting from a ball of yarn

Koolaid’s in the kitchen, Button’s up in her bed

And John he takes a long pull on his pipe

And lays his head back in the easy chair

With the Good Book in his hand

He close his eyes and thank the Lord

For making him a lucky man

With a song that he’d been singing

And they waved to the people that they passed

All along the highway they were winging

Headed for their paradise at last

John Henry Bosworth, 1984

The sky is red, the city’s dead

And there’s a knock upon the door

Every piece of Scripture, every prayer he prayed

Had brought him to this moment

Of this particular day

«Open the doors» he cried

«Let the brothers and the sisters inside

I got everything to give now and nothing left to hide»

With a song that he’d been singing

And they waved to the people that they passed

All along the highway they’d been winging

Headed for their paradise at last

And I was wondering if you had been to the mountain

To look at the valley below?

Did you see all the roads tangled down in the valley?

Did you know which way to go?

Oh the mountain stream runs pure and clear

And I wish to my soul I could always be here

But there’s a reason for living way down in the valley

That only the mountain knows

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