Lyrics

Sit down to write a song about John
But I can’t find no reason or rhyme
Just then I started tapping my shoes
And relaxed ever Gentle on My Mind

I must have sat here at least 17 days
Trying to think of something John would say
But all the words seemed to come out wrong
They must have flown away on The Wings of a Song

But it’s got me thinking about Hartford
And all the things he would say
Remember old John Hartford
Cause that’s the point at the end of the day

Sitting around with a couple of friends
Picking on a little bit of Joseph’s Dreams
When all of a sudden a vision came to me
It was something about a Julia Bell - Gum Tree

Scratching my head, walking down the hall
I stumbled and I fell and bounced off of all 4 walls
Laying on the ground it occurred to me
That Johns influence was getting easier to see…

And now I’m, thinking about Hartford
And all the things he would say
Remember old John Hartford
Cause that’s the point at the end of the day

All night long inside my head
Johns old time fiddling is rocking the bed
And I Can’t sleep cause my dreams
Are all Steam Powered

High Dad in the Morning, Untangle Your Mind
Let Him Go on Mama, cause we All Fall Down
And I Can’t sleep cause my dreams
Are all Steam Powered

I recommend Johns music to people all the time
But it’s kinda like casting pearls to swine
And Hooter Thunk I’d have my old derby hat on
Wishing it wasn’t so Natural for him to Be Gone