Shaw Horton - As the Blues Slip Away

Welcome weary traveler
Thank you kind
You know the road
It's always on my mind

Passing new towns every night
Writing new songs and seeing new sights

Hotel room rhymes
Can't seem to mind
Don't worry about me baby,
I'll get by

Those smoky mountains
Are a real heartbreaker
Man, what a sight
What a Creator

Air so thin it'll set you free
And make you realize this is where you're meant to be

On an orange Autumn day
Spinning records from that old crate
As the blues slip away
And return all the same

Written by:
Shaw Horton

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