Old Man in a Buick

from Tourist Town by John Bowman

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Old Man in a Buick

These rooms are getting smaller
I’ve got to get away
There’s still places I have never seen
Just a few days down that highway
If I can get an early start
I’ll have breakfast down in Edison
Fresh baked apple pie with my morning coffee

I’m an old man in a Buick
Floating on this highway
If you’re in a hurry, you can pass me by
Could be my last road trip
Gonna stop at every place I missed
Nowhere I’ve gotta be, taking my time

I used to race up and down these roads
One town just like the other
Quick stop for gas and on the road again
Only later did I realize
There’s a million stories along this trip
If you travel off the freeways to the side streets and back roads

I’m an old man ……

This used to be a farmer’s field
Now they’re planting houses row by row
Empty stores on main street
Thanks to the mall at the edge of town
Guess my memory’s not what it used to be
Cause I don’t recognize this city
Seems like yesterday when we walked these streets
As the daylight surrendered to the dark

I’m an old man….

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from Tourist Town, released May 27, 2016

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