Golden State Lyrics - History From Below - Delta Spirit

These roads stretch a thousand miles in every way 

I look for the day 

As we ride over the hill 

Well I am blind 

The Golden State has been my home 

But I place my stake 

To roam and to rake 

But good souls we mend 

Would teach me in what course to take 

Good friends remain 

Even through the pain 

Of a long road ahead 

At 48 we seem so well 

For three short years we worked like hell 

I've been here before lyin' on your floor 

It was good to me 

Good friends remain 

Even through the pain 

Of a long road ahead 

The roads stretch a thousand miles in every way 

I look for the day 

As we ride over the hill 

Well I am blind 

Good friends remain 

Even through the pain 

Of a long road ahead 

Good friends remain 

Even through the strain 

Of a long road ahead