Written by michael bacon



It's a rocky road down ida's farm

Past the sticks and stones

And names that harm

They don't like her rooster crowing

Cows and flies and weeds are a growing

It's a rocky road

Down ida's farm



It's a rocky road

Down bankie's dune

Made of memories and bits of moon

Here they come with a zillion dollars

Crowds of tourists soon to follow

It's a rocky road

Down bankie's dune



From the hills of pennsylvania

She fights to hold her ground

To the white sands of anguilla

He still hears the sound

Of music made for no reason at all



It's a rocky road

Down 9th avenue

Past the sea of cars

And fields of fume

That old guitar is never played

Full of songs never made

It's a rocky road

Down 9th avenue

It's a rocky road


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