Highway Fever/Vestapol [demo]

Another dug out of my back catalogue. Vestapol is a much older tune than any of mine, of course. šŸ™‚ I think I sort of learned it from Stefan Grossman, who used to do it mashed up with Poor Boy. I do that, sometimes, too.

Highway Fever: Words and Music copyright 1975, David Harley

Those easy-action formulae lie easy in my mouth
Down streets I walked for ever while my head was blowing South
That same old highway fever keeps burning up my socks
The river keeps on running, I’ve been too long on the rocks

All along the waterfront the chance is lost and found
I’m halfway back to nowhere but my head is outward bound
I’m on the run, my head is free, my cover has been blown
And still I hate to sing these backstage blues alone

Out beyond the fences windswept trees lay down to die
Staring into limbo as the 19.10 rolls by
And I’m weary to my soul of scavenging for dreams
I’d give my second-best guitar for an unread magazine

I’m weary to my bones and home is far away
Racing into sunrise and another Northern day
I wish I’d half a chance of another drink or two
This train moves too fast, and it’s bringing me to you

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