As the Crow Flies - Hiss Golden Messenger

Vicksburg

Plaquemine

Issaquena, Rosedale, True Vine

21 years

As the crow flies

Watching the wheels roll backwards

Lucinda in the evening

Long-legged girl with a country way of speaking

Red apple moon

Oh, river, I’m gone — hey

Pull the needle and thread

Sing little bird

Sing for high summer

Don’t get down

You’re nothing but a number

Woodstock

Storm King

West Saugerties in the pouring rain

Rider Waite — low card

Walt Whitman Bridge, daylight be thy name

Rented rooms

Little shinbone child — was that you?

Blue horizon — late again

West Lafayette, babe

And tomorrow’s a dream

Sing little bird

Sing for high summer

Don’t get down

You’re nothing but a number