Here I Am
Harrell 1978

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I went rollin' out from southern California, On a strangely rainy 
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day

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Headin' out to pick up an old friend of mine who was leavin' those 
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Houston ways

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We loaded up a case of Lone Star beer, traveled on through the south

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Stayed with some folks in West Virginia where the miners were 
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still havin' it out

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Ben was listening to Kinky Friedman, drinkin' three-two beer

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I was wonderin' why I was here when you were there

Next stop up the road was rural Jersey, cause all of us came from there

Thought I'd spot a lot of old, friendly faces but they'd mostly disappeared

For sure I got to see big Jim, he was shootin' pool for some money at the Forge

Saw my ex; she danced with her blade while his boys danced with the boys

Saw a friend, a taro lady, said that something's queer

She asked me why I was here when you were there

Thought I'd reached the end of the line up in West Peru Maine

I was thinking I could call that farm home

And I sure fit good with those bearded boys playin' cards around the old wood stove

Drank some good times with Vinny; we would talk off the wall into the night

Was the object of concern for my best friend Doug; he was wonderin' if my head was on right

I said, "Listen bro, I've got to go, though you know I love you dear, but it ain't no good for me to stay if she's not here."

So I loaded the Toyota, tossed out all my eastern scams

I sure hope you love me honey, cause here I am.