Long, Black Road Into Tulsa Town - Dave Carter, Tracy Grammer

Well I gotta world of trouble in mind, the pilgrim said

Need somethin' to believe in, or someone to be

I got a mountain of worries just pilin' up inside my head

It’s a curse of the worst kind for a dreamer like me

So he climbed up alone on the turkey mountain ridge

He looked out at the people on the plain

And he saw god that night in the sleepy river and the city lights

But he felt like a loser just the same

States of misery, states of grace

Trouble and joy on a young man’s face

Swing low, sweet chariot, take me down

That long, black road into tulsa town

Well I gotta roll these tumblin' dice again, he sighed

Leave it up to good fortune, and the draw and the deal

I gotta put my life out on that table and just let it ride

Slip away from these hounds of love that nip at my heels

But over on the back porch in the early mornin' rain

Sits a girl with a mirror in her smile

Insubstantial is the summer breeze as it

Disappears into the trees

But she holds his eye for a little while

States of misery, states of grace

Trouble and joy on a young man’s face

Swing low, sweet chariot, take me down

That long, black road into tulsa town

One dreamer got a job someplace, they say he got his life on track

One dreamer got married, they say he sleeps in the sun

One dreamer got strung out young, you know he never really did bounce back

One dreamer got a second chance, and others got none

This dreamer’s sittin' on a park bench in a city faraway

And he tells you the stories of his youth

Forcin' a laugh, makin' a joke out of

Bein' lonesome and silly and broke

But he still makes room for a little truth

States of misery, states of grace

Trouble and joy on a young man’s face

Swing low, sweet chariot, take me down

That long, black road into tulsa town

Swing low, sweet chariot, take me down

That long, black road into tulsa

Into tulsa town