The Open Road Sons-Peter Case

[ti:The Open Road Sons] [ar:Peter Case] [al:Let Us Now Praise Sleepy] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.44]The Open Road Sons - Peter Case [00:02.67] [00:11.34]On the ragged wooded outskirts of the city [00:16.38]Where the ancient elevators store the grain [00:21.83]And the long lake boats that used to haul the metal [00:26.36] [00:27.29]Are in the dock and rusting with the rain [00:31.79] [00:32.67]There's a maritime supply beneath the skyway [00:37.16] [00:38.17]My father took me there to buy a rope [00:43.75]The store is dark and jammed with all you needed [00:48.79]On a journey bound for the Cape of Good Hope [00:54.38]I'll seek my fortune in the wide world [00:57.78]Take my chances in the cold [00:59.80]Come what may I'll be okay [01:01.98]If I could only find a stretch of open road [01:06.20] [01:09.67]A mysterious figure passes on the sidewalk [01:14.53]In ragged clothes father I say How come  [01:19.60]He wears several dirty jackets and a topcoat [01:24.40]My father nods and says "Son that man's a bum" [01:29.92]I looked again and saw the rapt expression [01:34.61]'Neath a floppy hat he tipped back with his thumb [01:40.24]The aura of a world's ragtime adventure [01:45.29]I said "When I grow up I want to be a bum" [01:50.63]I'll seek my fortune in the wide world [01:53.56]Take my chances in the cold [01:56.00]Come what may I'll be okay [01:58.24]If I could only find a stretch of open road [02:02.20] [02:19.47]Now I'm traveling a world that's filled with war zones [02:24.62]Listening to music we've destroyed [02:29.48]Praying to a God who's just a tyrant [02:34.16]For work that's just like being unemployed [02:39.38]Eating food that's pumped with fat and water [02:44.01]Reading books with nothing on the page [02:48.95]Sittin' in the dark to watch a picture [02:54.03]You're better hungry watchin' a bare stage [02:58.61]I'll seek my fortune in the wide world [03:01.57]Take my chances in the cold [03:04.09]Come what may I'll be okay [03:06.33]Somewhere there's a stretch of open road