Sig Paulson: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

“West Of Idaho”… Wanting to leave a small town and see the world is a pretty universal feeling I think. My parents bought me a backpack for a present and at 5:00 a.m. the day after high school graduation they drove me to Interstate 5 and I hitchhiked away.

West of Idaho

1. When it’s dark enough to see the stars,
I’m going to pack it up and light out of this
Sleepy little town, on a narrow minded street,
most of it’s a one-way drag
When I finally put my foot down, it’s peddle to the metal
I ain’t lookin’ in the rearview back
When the sun comes up and the coffee’s made,
Mama’s going to have a heart attack

2. These dreams keep comin’ like Oregon rain,
steady and they won’t let up on me
A rounder from this square little town,
never found a place I fit in
But there’s a whole lot of world beyond that blinkin’ light
at the edge of town
When the dust settles on that four way stop,
I ain’t ever going to turn around

Refrain… Mama says it’s a pipe dream, Daddy says you’ll come home,
With your tail between your legs boy,
when the prodigal’s bankbook is blown
They were born and they’ll die here,
This dirt farm is their whole dream
But mine’s to aim this beat up Buick at all the places I ain’t seen

3. Down in the hollow and up on the hill,
everybody’s all sayin’ they’ve had their fill
Of me and my plans, so I’ll see if I can
give their ears a good long rest
When I’m singin’ to the radio, somewhere out in Idaho
They won’t have to sing along
Sure as water is wet and fire will burn, tomorrow I’ll be long gone