...Just a country boy without angels

Every once in a while I remember Terry Allen....the album "Lubbock on Everything" was brilliant...Im not a music guy...that is I dont have an Ipod...I rarely turn on my stereo...there are very few songs that I have heard that I truly truly love...New Delhi Freight Train (click link for excerpt) is a song I truly love, a song that effortlessly penetrates my crusty soul, transports me....it does what music should do...my guess is that New Delhi Freight Train is what Lowell George listens to in heaven...nah, I'm sure that's what Lowell is listening to...

Lyrics:

New Delhi Freight Train
Some people think that I must be crazy
But my real name is just Jesse James
An I left them half-crocked, hard-knocks of black rock county
Just to ride on that New Delhi Train
Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train
Ridin down that New Delhi Line
Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train
Well I left my love behind
Yeah I left my love behind
Yeah I'm just a country boy without angels
ahhh just a country boy without gold
An I been to silver cities load of rainbows
Where I pillaged and I killed and I stole
Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train
Ridin down that New Delhi Line
Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train
Well I left my life behind
Yeah I left my life behind
Then I killed a man named smilin Jordan (Jeer-dun)
Yeah I killed him with one of my guns
And I knew that I had did what I had not ought to
But I welcomed the run from what I'd done
Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train
Ridin down that New Delhi Line
Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train
Well I left my guns behind
Yeah I left my guns behind


After 7 years, I found my Terry Allen tape....yeah, a cassette, can you believe that? I know its been 7 years because my tape player hasnt been connected for that long....I listened again...save a place in heaven for me Lowell...never mind, I'm already there....

Epilogue:

Doing a little research, it turns out that Terry and Lowell George were friends...not surprising as I can hear the ghost of Dixie Chicken in Terry's music...also I found the entire lyrics to Lubbock on Everything Fuck me, I wish I could write like that...genuis...Jim Harrison probably just listens and shakes his head....and Borges is mumbling "Madre de Dios...."

"No one with access to a convertible, an empty highway
and a good radio station ever should need a psychiatrist."

--Terry Allen--