- Stephen - Voice, octave
mandolin, throat
bass, stomping, clapping
- Lee Welch - Stomping,
clapping
The barren plains
the windswept fields
stretching fast away
on this winters day
I said farewell
good-bye to my ma and pa
I was zooming down the road
with the music in my head
my mandolin in hand
to the western sand
I was traveling again
I was pertinear gone
Through windy blizzard snows
my bus made its way
to an outpost alone
it's whereabouts unknown
The driver said
"you've got five minutes inside"
So I wandered into
so as to stretch my legs
then I turned to leave
oh no I could not believe
The bus, that's right
it was pertinear gone
I walked into the snow
and I dropped on my knees
and I looked unto the sky
and asked the angels why
"oh why, oh why have
you done this to me?"
And then a tear came to my eyes
as a thought came to my head
my mandolin was gone
I lost my song
My mandolin
It was pertinear gone.
That night I slept in that outpost
alone
Feeling tired and forlorn
I awoke to the morn
The west it called
unto my weary head
So I unpacked my thumb
dusted off my heels
Hummed my own fanfare
and hitched a ride out of there
I was traveling again
I was pertinear gone
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