wild country

A few days ago I blew off the dust from the late Chris Whitley's Dirt Floor album. This album is perfect simplicity at its finest: Whitley's voice, his acoustic guitar and the sound of his boot, stomping the floor for tempo.
I've listened to this album a countless number of times but this time, and especially at this particular point in my life, "Wild Country" spoke to me on a completely different level.


Chris Whitley's "Wild Country":

Breaking rocks all day on the avenue
It gets hard to unearth anything that's true
Soon I'm going to drop this jack and run
Returning to the wild where I'm from

There's miles of stone, jack hammer in my hand
There's compromises I can't comprehend
Soon I'm going to lose these rags and run
Returning to the wild where I'm from
Returning to the wild where I'm from

Between the bricks you'll hear the children play
The calluses get harder day by day
Between the cracks you'll notice where I've gone
Returning to the wild where I'm from

Soon I'm going to lose these rags and run
Returning to the wild where I'm from
Returning to the wild where I'm from