Frisco Road Utah Phillips

A long lonesome go rolling down the Frisco Road
Every mile feeling I was all alone
In the places that I've seen
Summer's fat and winter's lean
And don't you know I wish that I could go back home

I don't know where I left it
Though it's always on my mind
I ask the same old questions all the time
Is the old town still the same?
Does anybody know my name?
The years slip by like numbers on an endless high way sign

Standing here in the breakdown lane, don't think I'll make it today;
And I wish the road was a big freight train, blowing and rolling my way
I know the rain wouldn't seem so cold on the top of an old boxcar
And wherever it was I was trying to go, it wouldn't seem half so far

I remember the Roper yard cafe and a pretty little beanery queen;
She gave those jailhouse spuds away to a tramp she'd never seen
Well, I tipped her with a couple of rhymes on the back of a placemat there
And I've thought about her plenty of times when I couldn't bum a square

Or the time we rode on a piggy-back, punching the Great Divide;
The blowing snow had iced the track and the train got stuck inside;
The diesel fumes they got so thick I thought we'd all be gassed
Then they sanded her out just in the nick and punched her through at last