Fairfield Pike

I heard the blues and grays
As the rain spattered on my window
It linked me to those days
Before we'd come so far down the river

You showed me Little Martha one summer
We played it as the people gathered 'round
We went with Elvis to Indiana
Boy I think mother would be proud

And the river kept on flowing

The winters in Sarasota are much better
Than Ohio, that I can't deny
But sometimes the weather just don't matter
Unless you're countin' how high the corn is in July

A good friend called me just this morning
Asking when he might drop by
And even though I was rather busy
Good old friends are awful hard to find

I'll meet in Columbus this September
My oh my these falls keep flashing by
I may never make it to New Zealand
But I got some friends that live off Fairfield Pike

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[edro333]

@dmio2 The remarks of a highly educated man. Autobiographical? Actually the first in a series of songs based on local roads. You're gonna love Heidi Road. As far as the mandolin, as I've told you before, stand on your head and chord like a bass.

[dmio2]

This certainly sound autobiographical in some. Very sincere. Nice mandolin work... I've never been able to make heads or tails out of one of those things.

[edro333]

@mettanc Ah, there are Fairfield Pikes everywhere. Mine is in Ohio, Michael.

[mettanc]

Fairfield Pike in OH? to me even has sorta spanish feel to it.

we done.

michael