Story Behind The Song

True story about me and my best friend, written for us and about us in the 70's I just recently re-recorded it and love the way it turned out

Song Description

2 hippies riding around getting high. A complete picture of life in the late 60's, early 70's

Lyrics

In the hour of the daylight
Old faithful heats the wind
I can see where the rainbow painted the dust into green
I'm ridin with an old friend of mine
They call him Pioneer
He don't like it straight when it's not his turn at the wheel

And the road finds its way
Through the wild and the wood
As I memorize those boring green signs
Changin tapes about sixty-five
It's my line of work
To go straight down the line and I'm chewin my gum on the side

Where we are, we don't care
The answer is in the air
We're out of smoke with a red-eyed smile
But we're comin down in style
Yes we're all out of weed
While we're stirrin up the seeds
It's laughs to ashes Gold lasts a short while
But we're comin down in style

"I got a tad of Sensimilla"
Said my friend Pioneer
I said "I got me a bowl, it's in the glove box their somewhere"
Well I forgot what I remembered
Cause nuthin's quite like space
And we smoked till we was red-eyed and blue all in the face
Well it's getting partly cloudy
And my gas is gettin low
And we're lookin for a turn-off cause we both gotta go
And this ol bomb keeps a chugging
She's one helluva ride
But I missed my turn-off and swallowed my gum on the side

Where we are we don't care
The answer is in the air
We're out of smoke with a red-eyed smile
But we're comin down in style
Yes we're all out of weed
While we're stirrin up the seeds
It's laughs to ashes Gold lasts a short while
But we're comin down in style

In the hour of the darkness
Old faithful cools the wind
I can feel where the rainbow painted the dust into green
I'm ridin with an old friend of mine
They call him Pioneer
He don't like it straight when it's not his turn at the wheel