I included this as a new song at the CD release concert for All Alone … But Hardly On My Own in September, 2000.  A live recording of that performance had a lot of energy but also some flaws; it took until 2013 to get a studio recording. 

© 2000 Steven E. Cutts 
recorded on August 6 & 7, 2013 at Bias Studios
(recorded and mixed by Jim Robeson with help from Eric Tate at Firehouse 12, New Haven in September)

Steve, acoustic guitar and lead vocal 
Rob Bartley, drums and harmony vocal 
Paul Bell, electric guitar 
Casey O’Neal, pedal steel guitar 
Jim Robeson, bass 
Molly Venter, harmony vocal 

Solomon rushed out of his house on a crisp October morning; 

He noticed that the trees had turned gold, scarlet red, and brilliant orange.                

Solomon said, “I’ve got some things to do; when I’m done I’ll admire the view, 

But there’re deals to be made and business that I must pursue.”

Run, run, run, run, Solomon, run away! 

Later, later, later, later, Solomon, another day! 

But when Solomon at last made some time for the trees 

All the limbs waved bare in a damp, chill breeze. 

Leaves lay brown in the street washed down by a cold, gray rain. 

Run, run, Solomon.  Autumn will come again.

Solomon passed a man on the street with his palm out-stretched  he was dying to eat;      

But Solomon mumbled, “got no change today; “ he picked up his pace, and he looked away.           

He thought to himself, “This is out of control; I know that the man has been brought down low, 

But it’s the government’s job to care for these poor lost souls.

Run, run, run, run, Solomon, run away! . . . 

Solomon decided that he was wrong;      

He looked for the man but the man was gone. 

Some said he’d died, but others said they just weren’t sure. 

Run, run, Solomon.  We always will have the poor.

Solomon met a woman; she was kind and good;                       

She looked down deep into Solomon’s heart, even deeper than Solomon could.                 

Solomon didn’t know what to do; stumbling into love was completely new;                    

He worried that this woman was too good to be true.                                                                                      

Run, run, run, run, Solomon, run away! . . . 

Run, run, Solomon.  Maybe love will come again.