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Utah Phillips

"The Telling Takes Me Home" (karaoke)

Sheet Music for "The Telling Takes Me Home" available from The Long Memory


Let me sing to you all the old songs I know

Of wild, windy places locked in timeless snow

And wide, crimson deserts where the muddy rivers flow.

It's sad, but the telling takes me home.

 

Come along with me to some place I have been

Where the people all look back and still remember when

And the quicksilver legends like sunlight turn and bend.

It's sad, but the telling takes me home.

 

I could tell you all some lies that were just made up for fun

And the meanest, loudest brag could beat the fastest gun.

I'll show you nameless graves that tell the way the West was won.

It's sad, but the telling takes me home.

 

We'll travel down the wagon roads or along the iron rail

Past lines of rusty Cadillacs that mark the boom town trail

Where dreamers never win and doers never fail.

It's sad, but the telling takes me home.

 

I'll sing of my amigos who come from down below

And whisper in their loving tongue the songs of Mexico.

They work their stolen Eden lost so long ago.

It's sad, but the telling takes me home.

 

I'll sing about an emptiness the East has never known

Where the coyotes don't pay taxes and a man can be alone

And you'd have to walk forever to find a telephone.

It's sad, but the telling takes me home.

 

Let me sing to you all the old songs I know

Of wild, windy places locked in timeless snow

And wide, crimson deserts where the muddy rivers flow.

It's sad, but the telling takes me home.

 

Takes me home.


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