Without My Lady There

(Michael Murphey)

High in the cascade mountains,

On a green rainy wndy ridge,

Waiting uptight at the toll gate,

Crossing the Golden Gate Bridge,

In the glittering Hollywood midnight,

Full of nowhere millionaires.

What would I have done without my lady there?

Cold shifty eyes and french fries,

Stuck in a tourist trap,

Waiting alone at the gas pump

In a town that ain't on the map.

In the space race faces of Houston

Which looked out of work and scared,

What would I have done without my lady there?

We stood at the window overlooking the

city of nightmares and cried,

And wondered how anyone desperate for money

could live such a life.

The on-ramps and off-ramps and staggering

street tramps and legions of the damned,

Crying sister and brother, hang onto each other,

the computers are jammed.

Business in New York City,

High in a cold hotel,

Wondering if there's a heaven,

We've already been sent to Hell.

It might be alright to live there,

But visiting is just nowhere.

What would I have done without my lady there?

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