Drivin' Rains

Got the dust on my old worn-out boots Pullin' up my shallow, tired roots Hear that harp screamin' through the pines Chasin' down a dream beyond the lines Through the thunder and the hammerin' rains Yeah, we’re all just searchin' for that promised land With a heart of steel and a steady hand While the reed is cryin' in the palm of my hand From the delta mud to the mountain crest Running from the ghosts that won’t let us rest! Oh, washed in hope and drivin' rains! Let the harmonica blow, let the engine roll It’s the sound of the highway deep in my soul From the delta mud to the mountain crest Running from the ghosts that won’t let us rest! Oh, washed in hope and drivin' rains! Silver tracks hummin' under my feet Can’t find no peace on a city street The blues-harp's moan is a lonesome song Tellin' me exactly where I belong Let the harmonica blow, let the engine roll It’s the sound of the highway deep in my soul From the delta mud to the mountain crest Running from the ghosts that won’t let us rest! Oh, washed in hope and drivin' rains! It ain't about the gold, it ain't about the fame It’s the fire in the reeds, the blood in the vein! Drivin' rains... Hear that whistle blow... Yeah, we're goin' home...