I have played this song more than any other song I've ever played in over 35 years of singing. I have rearranged it every few years,not on purpose, but more in an intuitive way as the music evolved to fit my mood and times; and about every decade gone by, I have discovered a new verse that seemed to come to me out of nowhere- sung in an offbeat coffeehouse by some kid I've never seen before or again, sung by a friend who found an obscure verse on an old 33 album, and once I even found a verse in a mystery novel set in Boston.

Each new verse seems to come to me at some pivotal moment in my life, each verse, each new version of the song continues to speak volumes for me.

Hadn't been able to travel for a lot of years. I sung it when I was stuck and I sang it when I was rolling. And the first time I walked down Peachtree Street, I found myself singing to the sweet springtime breeze:


"I'd be more than satisfied
if I could catch a train and ride
If I reach Atlanta and got no place to go,
Make me a pallet on the floor."