Going Down the Road - Bruce Cockburn

Goin' down the road feelin' bad Goin' down the road feelin' bad Goin' down the road feelin' bad I don't want to be treated this away Goin' where the water tastes like wine Goin' where the Water tastes like wine Goin' where the water tastes like wine I don't want to be treated this away Goin' down the road feelin' bad Goin' down the road feelin' bad Goin' down the road feelin' bad I don't want to be treated this away Goin' where the climate suits my clothes Goin' where the climate suits my clothes I don't want to be treated this away. Goin' down the road feelin' bad Goin' down the road feelin' bad Goin' down the road feelin' bad I don't want to be treated this away Goin' where the ground is covering in snow Goin' where the ground is covering in snow Goin' where the ground is covering in snow I don't want to be treated this away Goin' down the road feelin' bad Goin' down the road feelin' bad Goin' down the road feelin' bad I don't want to be treated this away

I'm goin' down south, I'm goin' down south Goin' down south, I'm goin' down south Chilly wind don't blow I'm goin' with you babe, I'm goin' with you babe Goin' with you babe, I'm goin' with you babe Don't care where you go Some other man, some other man Some other man, some other man He's always hangin' around I'd rather be dead, rather be dead Rather be dead, I'd rather be dead Six feet in the ground Goin' down south, goin' down south Goin' down south, goin' down south Chilly wind don't blow

So much pain and no good reason why You've cried until the tears run dry And nothing here can make you understand The one thing that you held so dear Is slipping from your hands, and you say Why, why, why Does it go this way And why, why, why And all I can say Is somewhere down the road There'll be answers to the questions And somewhere down the road Tho' we cannot see it now Somewhere down the road You will find mighty arms reaching for you And they will hold the answers At the end of the road Yesterday, I thought I'd seen it all I thought I'd climbed the highest wall Now I see the learning never ends And all I know to do is keep on walking Walking 'round the bend singing Why, why, why Does it go this way And why, why, why And all I can say Is somewhere down the road There'll be answers to the questions And somewhere down the road Tho' we cannot see it now Somewhere down the road You will find mighty arms reaching for you And they will hold the answers At the end of the road Oh, keep on walking Why, why, why Does it go this way And why, why, why And all I can say All I know to say now Somewhere down the road There'll be answers to the questions And somewhere down the road Tho' we cannot see it now Somewhere down the road You will find mighty arms reaching for you And they will hold the answers At the end of the road Oh, they will hold the answers At the end of the road Oh, keep on walking, oh Oh, walking down the road Walking down the road Somewhere down this lonely road I can't see you know Down the road, the lonely road Somewhere down, somewhere down

Well, it's down the road I go And I got those worried Lonesome homesick Jones Way on down the road Well, it's down the road I go Well, I got the blues From way down in New Orleans Way on down the road And I got to be so far away Oh, don't you see All our memories, dreams and reflections That keep haunting me Well, it's down the road I go And I hear those gypsy voices Calling me way on down the road Well, I got to be So far away in my memory Dreams and reflections come on Keep on back haunting me Well, it's down the road I go Well, I got the blues From down in New Orleans Way on down the road Well, it's down the road I go Well, I've got the worried Lonesome homesick Jones Way on down the road Way on down the road Oh, down the road Way on down the road, baby, come on Way on down the road Trying to find my way back home To find my way back home Further on down the road (down the road) To find my way back home (down the road) Further on down the road (down the road) Down the road of peace (down the road) Down the road of peace (down the road) Down the road of peace, baby

Oh, well we run to the break of day The old man groaned as we rolled away Our women wept as we sped on by We hung our heads low as they raised their flags high Then we grabbed our guns and shot away He's killed all our brothers on a Saturday Our blood's dishonored and our wounds were deep Old Jesse James, well, he won't even take a peep So then we go on down that road Breaking your backs and breaking your souls Breaking your backs and breaking your souls The girls said I'd die before I get old The war is over and the graves were deep The sun was down just like my brother Rim's keep You burned my house and you raped my wife I fall to my knees and I pray to the Lord that I can kill that fucker tonight So then we go on down that road Breaking your backs and breaking your souls Breaking your backs and breaking your souls Mama said I'd die before I get old Oh, hey there, Dad Don't you know who I am? No motherfucker, don't give a goddamn So then we go on down that road Breaking your backs and breaking your souls Breaking your backs and breaking your souls Mama said I'd die before I get old Mama said I'd die before I get old Mama said I'd die before I get old Mama said I'd die before I get old Mama said I'd die before I get old Mama said I'd die before I get old

Here comes the helicopter Second time today Everybody scatters And hopes it goes away How many kids they've murdered Only God can say If I had a rocket launcher If I had a rocket launcher If I had a rocket launcher I'd make somebody pay I don't believe in guarded borders And I don't believe in hate I don't believe in generals Or their stinking torture states And when I talk with the survivors Of things too sickening to relate If I had a rocket launcher If I had a rocket launcher If I had a rocket launcher I would retaliate On the Rio Lacantun 100, 000 wait To fall down from starvation Or some less humane fate Cry for Guatemala With a corpse in every gate If I had a rocket launcher If I had a rocket launcher If I had a rocket launcher I would not hesitate I want to raise every voice At least I've got to try Every time I think about it Water rises to my eyes Situation desperate Echoes of the victims' cry If I had a rocket launcher If I had a rocket launcher If I had a rocket launcher Some son of a bitch would die