It's hard to tend the garden on the road.
About as tough as makin' love over the phone.
Is home a box of overripe tomatoes, just a closet full of hangers, four straight walls between you and the air?
It's easy to believe you when you say that you're not sure you were made to live this way:
like a truant with a talent, or a bard who's lost your balance;
a Peter Pan who flew once, on a dare, through every wall between you and the air.
And may the road let you down easy;
when you go, go with champagne.
May you know the kindest strangers; may you never drive through rain.
May your sunsets all be sweeter when you're gone; may your good friends always greet you with a song.
May your bread always be buttered, and the whiskey flow like water.
And find you kind, and true, and fair.
And may your stars be counting on a Vagabond Prayer.
May your stars be counting on a Vagabond Prayer.
May your stars be counting on a Vagabond Prayer.
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- I Saw the Light: Country Gospel Classics, Vol. 1
- I Saw The Light
- An Introduction to Gospel
- Gospel for Christmas
- Hope By the River
- Joy and Light
- A Babe Is Born
- Down the River
- Wade In the Water
- Peace In the Valley: Songs of Praise, Vol. 7
- Songs of Praise & Hope, Vol. 4
- Peace in the Valley: Songs of Praise, Vol. 1
- Peace in the Valley, Vol. 4
- Crying in the Chapel & Other Songs of Praise, Vol. 7
- A Baby Is Born
- Christmas Time Is Family Time
- Christmas Gospel Songs
- The Word of the Lord: Modern Gospel
- Gods Country, Vol. 2