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behind on the road 
Hal died in my arms 
We buried him by the river 
Blue poles infinitely winding, as I write, as I write 
Blue poles infinitely
Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen
There he got his parole
After four long years on a man killing charge
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
Though our love

Is like a winding road

Of uncertainty

I long trust your smile

And all the ways you feel

Touching me

Moment by moment

Our
up the winding road 

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To Val's cabin 

 

About half-way to the mountain top

We'd pull off the road and come to a stop

By
Tom Joad got loose from McAlester Pen; 
There he got his parole.
After four long years on a man killing charge, 
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen;
There he got his parole.
After four long years on a man killing charge,
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
The lighthouse lost it's light
On her a long time ago
She got so used to it
This long and winding road

I'll never ever let you go

I can't
and slapping sandals
And the baritone moan of long bronze trumpets
Muffled by monastery walls

Prayer flags crack like whips in the breeze
Sending
always take me in
Long and narrow winding road's
Got to take me home again

Go down, go down 
Knoxville girl
With that dark and rovin' eye
Go down,
There?s a two-lane county road in northern Jersey

Winding up a hill beside a lake

Just before the road winds to an end

Is Hazel?s house


Long
and a real good life 
Told him I'd left this happy home
'Cause I need to return to the long winding road 
Yes, I'm a mover
I'd left this happy home
'Cause I need to return to the long winding road
Yes, I'm a mover
home
But I need to return to that long winding road

Yes, I'm a mover, baby
Gotta move on down
Move on
To a safety zone

I suppose I'm fighting
I suppose I'm blinding
I suppose I'm winding
Long way to the road to the sun

It's do or die, hi, goodbye
came from
She's waiting for me

So I make my way
Through long winding country roads
But my heart still beats
For my home and my English rose

I
on in hopes to find the sea
And flooded by uncertainties
The current can be strong
But drifting towards our destinies
The arm of God is long
And I
Willie and Laura Mae Jones were our neighbors a long time back
They lived right down the road from us in a shack, just like our shack
The people
Willie and Laura Mae Jones were our neighbors a long time back
They lived right down the road from us in a shack, just like our shack
The people
Tom Paxton

It's a long and a dusty road. It's a hard and a heavy load and the folks we meet ain't always kind.
Some are bad and some are good. Some
soul let your spirit burn 
Out along the road to no return

The sweet smell of nighttime rides on the breeze
The river is winding through the hickory
Willie and Laura Mae Jones were our neighbors a long time back
They lived right down the road from us in a shack, just like our shack
The people
Willie and Laura Mae Jones were our neighbors a long time back
They lived right down the road from us in a shack, just like our shack
The people
of wine

 The clock is usually running out
 Down by one or could be tied
 I'm fading back
 Winding up
 The championship on the line...but...

 What
Take a long drive with me
On california one, california one

And the road a-winding goes
From golden gate to roaring cliff-side
And the light is
Tom Joad got out of that old McAlester pen
'Twas there that he got his parole
After four long years on a man killing charge
Tom Joad came