Blue Sky Pie granite


The moonlight on the mountain makes the granite look like snow.
The moonlight on the mountain makes the granite look like snow.
One hundred miles behind me and a hundred more to go.
Cities swallow rivers and they spit ‘em out to sea,
Them ol’ cities swallow rivers and spit ‘em out to sea.
They may gobble up the landscape, they won’t get their teeth in me.
I saw a politician on the back end of a train.
I heard a politician on the back end of a train.
He just left a trail of smoke, I never saw that man again.