Blue Mile

Bob Milwee walks the old dirt road

Carries his hat in the morning glow

Simple man with stories untold

Watching the fields as the seasons roll (ohhh)

Bob Milwee, tell me your tale

From the mountains down to the vale Living quiet,

living free

That's the way

of Bob Milwee

(yeah) He tends the garden by the creek

Whispers secrets to the trees

No need for fame or fortune's gleam

Just the wind and the melody (hummm)

Bob Milwee, tell me your tale From the mountains down to the

vale Living quiet, living free

That's the way

of Bob Milwee

(ooh) Bob Milwee

fades into the light