Tom....ancora lui

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?