SCOTT'S CREEK BLUFF
(Utah Phillips)

The north coastal highway, it rolls on forever
Any jobs that need doing, any work you can use?
No, thank you kindly, we don't need a hand-out
We'll pay our own way, it's the life that we choose

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Climb aboard, Janey, we better get rollin'
The sheriff's outside and this time he ain't foolin'
Hold on to the baby, in a few hours maybe
We'll camp by the ocean with friends of our own

When there's work in your county, we always feel welcome
You treat us like neighbors, there's money to spend
But when the work's over you close down the campground
Your sheriff comes out and we're vagrants again

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And now in my mirror, the red lights are flashing
Pull over, get down, a voice hard as stone
The questions, and searches, the cold ugly laughter
The fines that will take all the money we own

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Down on the beaches, the wide surf is pounding
Behind us, the redwoods play catch with the stars
Circled together our friends of the highway
In campers and vans, old buses and cars

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Around the big fire, there's good food and music
'Til the warm evening fades with a slow fiddle tune
In silence we linger, the bad times forgotten
And baby's asleep 'neath our great silver moon

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