Trail of Memories

I rode the line from Baltimore

Underneath a heavy autumn sky

Saw the timber falling by the shore

And the coal

dust in a young man's eye

In Ohio lands the courtroom stood

Just a pine-box floor and mud-slicked shoes

We weighed the iron against the wood

Trying to find a truth that we could use (mmm-hmmm)

Oh, the long road winds through the western plain

Where the dust settles down in the falling rain

I held the law,

I held the pen

And I watched the wild world make its mend

Down in Memphis heat the gavel fell

On a dusty ledger bound in black

Every broken soul

had a tale to tell

Of the heavy iron

on the track

And the years roll by

like a wagon wheel

Over limestone creek and cold gray stone

We carved a peace out of cold-rolled steel

But we left our youth out there alone

(ahhhh) Oh, the long road winds through the western plain

Where the dust settles down in the falling rain

I held the law,

I held the pen

And I watched the wild world make its mend

Just a traveler's pen...

In the fading light... (hummm)