The High Side Songtext
von Sonny Landreth

Just above sea level in the summer of ′72
We were rolling up to gain altitude
But on the road there, Esther's Park
Taxis were hard to get through
In the panhandle with a bandana long
Any evidence upon we and the tomes
They ran us out of old Walter Hatch
And we broke down in witch-toned forms

Rolling up the high side
Rolling up the high side
Rolling up the high side
Down for the great divide

Some bad dudes took our eight track deck and guitar
A copy of all things of his past was blastin′ down the boulevard
And when it did not end well for them in the crash of a stolen car


Rollin' up the high side
Rollin' up the high side
Rollin′ up the high side
Down for the great divine

We′re just a bowling ball bag of canned goods left
We gave it all we got with pots and pans tied to our bills
Oh, what a sight, the sound of banging and clanging on the trail
How the mountain grew with heavy shoes at the top
But the spirit rises faster than the body drops
I take in the view so grand, man, it never stops
Way above sea level, one summer in this little spot

Rolling up the high side
Rolling up the high side
Rolling up the high side
Down for the great divine
Rolling up the high side
Rolling up the high side
Rolling up the high side
Down for the great divine