From the recording Come a Reckoning
Lyrics
Jamestown highway
Fourth of July
If you come round my way
I can get you high
‘Cause we all belong to the stream
This ain’t a song, this is a dream
This is America
This is goodbye
I turned up to work one Monday
And they put me on the welfare line
I went down to church next Sunday
But the preacher didn’t have the time
I rolled out my ‘56 Ford but the engine she up and died
So I’m going down to the crossroads to flag a ride
On the Jamestown highway
Fourth of July
If you come round my way
I can get you high
‘Cause we all belong to the stream
This ain’t a song, this is a dream
This is America
This is goodbye
Well I’m sending out this call to join me
Out here on the mother road
If you’re burdened I will share the load
Won’t you let me share the load?
…
You gotta get on board
Yeah get behind me
I was blind but now I see
We’re gonna catch a train
Ride it down the line
You ain’t late, you’re right on time