Old Dan's Records Lyrics - 1972

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When i walk the hill so high
Around the town where i was born
New york seems so far away
Though i was there just yesterday
I have played on my guitar
In coffeehouses, hall, and bars
Everyone that i call friend
Knows they will not be forgot

Trains and planes and rented cars
Singers, saints, and other starts
I suspect them every one
They'll never change
It's too much fun

Just for now i'd like to rest
In the shade of a maple tree
To the blue canadian sky
I'll say a prayer for the world out there

When i stand on my own sod
It feels so good to be home, by god
The winter wind has turned my head
But i always came up warm somehow

Bottles, beads, and cigarettes
And lovers that i ain't found yet
Pickin' with a friend till dawn
And singing all of those hi'way songs

Just for now i'd like to rest
In the shade of a maple tree
To the blue canadian sky
I'll say a prayer for the world out there

When i walk the hill so high
Around the town where i was born
New york seems so far away
Though i was there just yesterday

I would travel all my life
If loneliness was not the price
While headin' north across that line's
The only time i'm flyin'