From the recording Short Stories
A story mystery surrounding a walk through the swamp at night. Creedence Clearwater influenced Country Rock.
Listen closely to the last few seconds to hear Alicia calling me through the studio door. A purely accidental catch that fit perfectly.
Thanks to Hoodoo Papas partner, Rick Woodward, for contributing rhythm guitar and bass.
© 2004.
Lyrics
The wind was talking, the moon was dark and I couldn't see a guiding light.
I was full of fear for a hoodoo there out on the bayou that night.
I held on tight to my black cat bone. Shivers and shaking, I wasn't alone.
Step by step, making my way back home.
Chorus: Making my way back home.
When you live in this world that's just the way it goes.
Making my way back home
Nothing is easy but that's just the way it goes.
Now under that tree is a Mojo Queen, Spanish moss hanging from her head to her knees.
No one ever sees her but I think I remember a Snake Skin Cowboy slipping out of her dreams.
Nothing's always right; nothing's always wrong, when she ain't looking, I ease on along
Step by step, making my way back home.
Chorus: Making my way back home.
When you live in this world that's just the way it goes.
Making my way back home
Nothing is easy but that's just the way it goes.