I first ran into Stoney
It was in a bar downtown
I was up Richmond, Virginia then
Just a-bumming around
Suitcase to suitcase
We started in talking
Finding out about the things we've shared
In the miles we've been
He carried an old gray pillowcase
Full of books by Durrell
Played this old Concertina guitar
It was all beat up and played like hell
Until you got him started
Singing them gospel songs
He drank all night for nothing
He told stories 'til dawn
He said "Get your bags, boy, come on, sun's up
"It's time to roll
"You know there ain't no better time than early in the morning
"To be out walking that road
"Watch another day beginning
While the fools are rushing on by
"We'll be like some old Mr. Independence, son
"We're taking our own sweet time
It was in a bar downtown
I was up Richmond, Virginia then
Just a-bumming around
Suitcase to suitcase
We started in talking
Finding out about the things we've shared
In the miles we've been
He carried an old gray pillowcase
Full of books by Durrell
Played this old Concertina guitar
It was all beat up and played like hell
Until you got him started
Singing them gospel songs
He drank all night for nothing
He told stories 'til dawn
He said "Get your bags, boy, come on, sun's up
"It's time to roll
"You know there ain't no better time than early in the morning
"To be out walking that road
"Watch another day beginning
While the fools are rushing on by
"We'll be like some old Mr. Independence, son
"We're taking our own sweet time
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