Photo: Miriam Glans

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Follow the road
(E.Salmonson)

The trees wear a shade of white
’n I just got back on the road
At night it’s light, and oh, so quiet
God, it’s pretty here when it’s cold

I'm passing by one-horse-towns
Not a single man is in sight to stop the fight
Smoke’s rising above the trail
The landscape is peaceful after the fright

I follow the road back to northwest counties
Conquer the land with an old song
I follow the road, follow the road back to where all those songs were mine

I met a man from back East
And last night turned into a mess
Ten, eleven, twelve bottles at least
Now, don’t remind of all the rest

I follow the road back to northwest counties...

The trees wear a shade of white
And I will be back on the road