I've been a-wanderin'
early and late
from New York City …
Not to the Golden Gate. I'll get back there someday. But lately, here:
and there:
and elsewhere:
Not a whole lot of Internet in some of these places. A little break from smoking quite so much blog.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Wanderin'
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Never did no wanderin'
High
Never did no wanderin'
Low
Now the sailor's life
Is the life for him
But it never was for me
And I never soared
Where the hawk may soar
Or seen what a hawk might see
Never hiked to heaven
On a mountain trail
Never rode on a river's rage
No I never did no wanderin'
After all
Can't find a really satisfactory recording of the Carl Sandburg song; the James Taylor version is way over-arranged; this is as close as I can get.
I suppose I should record the darn thing myself rather than just griping about it.
Oh! was that a gripe? Maybe I'll be posting some more, if I'm starting to gripe again already.
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