He
was raised
up in Milwaukee, though he never was that famous
He was
just a road musician to the taverns he would go
Singing
songs about the rambling, the loving girls and gambling
How the
world fell on his shoulders back in Boulder I don't know
It
was out
in Arizona that he heard the lady listening
To each
word that he was saying, to each line that he would write
So he sat
down by her table and they talked about the weather
Ninety-eight
point six and rising down by Boulder dam that night
(D)
And
she told him (G/D) she
would take him
(A7/D)
For
a ride (D)
in
the (G) morning
(D) sun
Back in
Boulder (G/D) he
had told her
(A7/D)
I
don't know when (D) I
had a (G)
better
friend (Asus)
Now
he's
traded off his Martin but his troubles are not over
For his
feet are almost frozen and the sun is sinking low
Won't you
listen to me brother, if you ever loved your mother
Please
pull off on the shoulder if you're going Milwaukee way
It's ten
degrees and getting colder down by Boulder dam today