A straight-forward guitar boogie in 12:8 that I commonly play with the help of other musicians, though I have sometimes done it solo. The lyrics are a rather dark take on unconsidered religious belief, and it is up to the instruments to keep it moving.
Dedicated to Gene Vincent, who won me with the line “now-how-how-how-how”, and to Martin Luther King who showed me what religion could be.
once a wild man was trying to find a place to stay
he took along a book to look up the way
the fellow thought without it he’d get lost, he’d obey it at any cost
and he expects to find that place one of these days
and though his sight is not too strong
on a clear day he can see the dawn
along that long and lonesome road there’s nowhere you can stop
it goes straight uphill but you can’t reach the top
there are no signs on either side, cause no one needs a guide
you just have to walk that road until you drop
and when that wild man is done,
the book is chained to the back of his wild son