Roland

Down in Georgia’s
A railroad track
Where they caught him
And they brought him back
Roland ran away

From the boxcar
With his hands in chains
Forlorn with a look of shame
Roland ran away

Why he’d leave
Will always be
In my mind
A mystery

Why he’d leave
His world behind
Children, home
And lovin’ wife
Children, home
And lovin’ wife
Roland ran away

Roland worked at the hardware store
Mixin’ thinners for the paints he’d pour
Drop by drop he’d watch the colors change
Velvet hues round in circles spun
Spin, spinnin’ til the work day done
Purple trails be swirlin’ through his brain

No one there knew Roland’s mind
A genius of the savant kind
Pretty Jenny’s in the back
Teased him there behind the stacks
Teased him there behind the stacks
Roland ran away

Roland hopped aboard
A southbound train
Southbound in the pourin’ rain
Lightnin’ lightin’ up the fields around

Some ole timer was in the back
Pulled a harp from a red plaid sack
Started singin’ “boy your’re freedom bound”

But back home the worries start
Where was Roland after dark
Police saw him board that train
This confused poor sweet Lorraine
This confused poor sweet Lorraine
Roland ran away

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