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Western Skies
US 50 crosses this big beautiful country called America, from Ocean City MD to Sacramento CA, and passes a scant few miles from my northwestern Virginia home. I came across it in an unfamiliar place when I most needed a link to home and a love I hadn’t yet realized.
AM - vocals, guitar
Ralph Gordon - bass
Robbie Magruder - drums
Terri Allard, Mary Byrd Brown – harmony vocals
Words & music A. McKnight, ©1999 Catalooch Music, BMI
Verse 1
Climbing on this big jet plane, headed into, a western sky
if I had a rearview mirror, that's how I'd pass the time
looking back on, leaving I've done, should be old hat by now
do I want too much, lingering touch, did I hold her too long
Chorus
Eighteen hundred miles, from the Chesapeake to this Great Divide
Eighteen hundred miles, separate me from the truth inside
and I am lonesome, lonesome under western skies
Verse 2
Drive these roads that long ago, echoed with hooves, Arapaho
and as I pass these ranches I almost feel their ghosts riding along
never cared for, conquistadors, plundering mountains for gold
so please don't fear, I haven't come here, to prospect for love or reward
Chorus
Verse 3
50 West, beckons like an old friend, leading me to, parts unknown
and I draw gallons of cold comfort, knowing this road, can lead me home
is it my heart, missed her from the start, or just thin air getting to my head
Chorus
