Tom Paxton was a huge influence on me; drugs weren’t.
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It was 1964 we slept in beds down on the floor
But she really wanted more she told me so
But my new guitar and me we had so much we had to see
So I told her she was free to stay or go
I was just a rambling boy, music was my marvellous toy
I could play with so much joy at 21
She was really my first love, she was wild a flying dove
But her needing flew above and she was gone
Yes she was gone while Tom and I rode hobo trains
And the journey she went on was through her veins
Needing time, needing space, she went to an empty place
Empty eyes, empty face, no trace behind
Because leaving was the first thing on her mind.
There was Woody, there was Buddy,
There was Ochs, and there was Huddie
There were chorus songs to study and to learn
Would I get it right, or wing it?
Could I write it down and sing it?
Would the muse descend and bring it, then return?
Could I be the next Hoyt Axton?
Could I really sing Tom Paxton?
With my new guitar all waxed I was so keen
I set out to find a way to live my life from day to day
But I knew I had to stay forever clean
Yes leaving was her pleasure and she left us all to measure
How each morning is a treasure without price
Now she's gone beyond the dawn,
All her future days stillborn
And I wonder who else mourns her sacrifice
'Cause it was 1964 we slept in beds down on the floor
But she really wanted more, she told me so
But my new guitar and me, we had so much we had to see
So I told her she was free to stay or go
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