Come ho già detto nel post di qualche giorno fa, Tom Russell ha già pronte molte nuove canzoni: soltanto al concerto a cui sono stato ne ha eseguite sei! Di una di queste sono riuscito a recuperare il testo: è una storia di confine, la storia di un viaggio lungo una strada che dal New Mexico va verso l'Arizona, attraversando la nazione indiana apache di San Carlos, la stessa che fu patria di Geronimo. Ci sono croci bianche lungo quella strada, croci bianche che brillano alla luce della luna, e c'è un'altra grande storia raccontata dal nostro....
THE CROSSES OF SAN CARLOS (Tom Russell)
Two Apache kids in a Pontiac car Navigating by a falling star Hey hey hey Where are they going?
Yea we're going anyplace else but here Going to a town that serves Mexican beer Hey hey hey That's where we're going...
These are saddle bronco warriors in a worn out sedan Thru Saguaro, Mojave, asphalt and sand Hey hey hey Where are they going?
Past the little white crosses and the highway sign Stay away from that double yellow line boys yea where are they going?
Out where the crosses of San Carlos shine neath the desert moon Thru the canyons where Geronimo rode And the acatillo blooms Hey hey hey where's it all going?
Old Mexican jaguar crossed over last night neath the Agua Prieta border town lights hey hey hey hey where's the old one going?
We ain't seen his kind in 25 years... what's the old one doing way up here. hey hey hey Where is he going?
On the track of the deer and the Havalina hawk he ain't afraid of your hunting dogs hey hey hey that's where he's going....
And he disdains your greed and your ignorance your razor wire... your chain link fence hey hey hey he knows where he's going......
Out where the crosses of San Carlos shine neath the desert moon Thru the canyons where Geronimo rode And the old saguaro blooms hey hey hey hey Where's it all going?
hey........ Where's it all going?
This Mexican beer's bad medicine tonight Oh ain't that a jaguar in the high beam light? wow wow wow where's that old man going?
Maybe he's taking back his old hunting ground. There'll be blood on the streets of the white man's town hey hey hey he knows where he's going...
In the spinning of stars the scream and the swerve the final war cry on the final curve hey hey hey hey where were they going?
Then the scream of the tyres as the metal explodes there'll be two white crosses on an Arizona road hey hey hey where were they going?
Out where the crosses of San Carlos still shine neath the desert moon In the canyons where Geronimo rode And the old agave blooms hey hey hey where's it all going?