We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
/

lyrics

You cursed and spat on the ground.
The night we burned your father’s barn down.
My car loaded – your bags packed.
We both know there’s no turning back.

When we had half a chance.
We pulled into the fields so you could dance.
In the headlights you spin so fast.
Your bare feet kicking at the past.

Like the wind we are gone.
Chasing the sun.
Down this Mother Road.

In the morning we were delivered.
We tossed the gun into the muddy river.
The dust will soak up all the blood.
This is between us and God.

Like the wind we are gone…

We’ll get lost. We’ll be out of touch.
California, if it’s not too much.
Keep running until the money’s gone.
The time is now for our song.

Like the wind we are gone…

credits

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

J. P. Whipple (Barefoot John Whipple) Salt Lake City, Utah

J. P. Whipple is a singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist. He has spent a life drifting across the country singing old time roots, blues, and country.

He is a founding member of the psychedelic band Tycoon Machete: tycoonmachete.bandcamp.com
... more

contact / help

Contact J. P. Whipple (Barefoot John Whipple)

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

J. P. Whipple (Barefoot John Whipple) recommends:

If you like J. P. Whipple (Barefoot John Whipple), you may also like: