The Drover - Danny O Keefe

I met him there in Pioneer Square

In an empty bottle of muscatel

He said here's my song

And where I've gone

I'll tell ya boy I've gone to hell

Hear my say I've lost the way

I've burned the bridge behind me

And Lord above there ain't no one

I ever loved can find me

Hope you understand

Sometimes you never can

Go back home again boy

Go back home again

The drovers call from South Saint Paul

I rode in from Dakota

On the midnight freight

They made me wait

Said they had their quota

I was just a kid I hit the skid

Hard drinks and easy livin'

Think what ya please

But a sour disease

Can come from the sweetest women

Hope you understand

Sometimes you never can

Go back home again boy

Go back home again

It was shortly after pickin' time

He was madder than a hatter

Here's his song and where he's gone

It doesn't really matter

I left him there in Pioneer Square

Skid Road in Seattle

The wind had dried his mind inside

And left him with a rattle

I hope you understand

Sometimes you never can

Go back home again boy

Go back home again

Can you spare a man a dollar

To buy some peace of mind

Son at least get off a quarter

I need a shot of wine