Demijohn the Baptist

The whine of the engine and the grapes of wrath
You drive forever but you're still in California
We merged into traffic on the Interstate 5
A broken zipper grinding in the rusty dawn light
Dodge the road alligator from the flat tire trucks
It ain't half bad to have half good luck

Head south and it's all downhill from here

Camped near the river on the angular shale
As the darkening sky wove a cumulus veil
The moon rose up an iridescent sickle
As the hammer of the hail broke the icicles trickled
The girl in the shadows cast dusty doll eyes
Toward the banks of the river beginning to rise

High ground and it's all uphill from here

Demijohn the baptist the wicker-bound glass
We'll drown in the water if the wine don't last
Silhouettes settle on the dark water deep
As it swallows the road in the headlight sweep
Natives on the high bank beating the drums
Thunder is the mother of the troublesome ones

Head south and it's all downhill
High ground it's all uphill from here



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Writer(s): James Chandler
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