Dusty Woods - Greg Brown

He’s riding in the back of a wagon and his city choes are dragging

And the sweat is pouring down his back

One eye west and one eye south

Two words fall out his mouth

He jumps down, waves, walks across the railroad track

He’s in some dusty woods outside of town

Got a piece of paper folded in four, a stub pencil from the hardware store

And a guitar that looks like it’s been used

The birds shut down their song

He can’t stay too long

There’s something up ahead he’s just got to do

He licks the pencil, looks around, writes a few words down

And pulls a moan from his guitar

A hound dog answers low and he stands up real slow

He’s got a ways to go, he don’t know how far

He’s in some dusty woods outside of town