From the recording River Of Red
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;"><strong><img src="http://theprimecutts.com/img/Going_Down_Down_The_Road_Feeling_Glad.jpg" alt="" width="191" height="131" /></strong></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">The first few lines of this came to me while sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic on the Dulles Toll Road. “Getting nowhere fast is what it’s all about.”</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;"><strong>© 2019 Steven E. Cutts </strong></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;"><strong>recorded and mixed in the fall of 2019 </strong>by Jim Robeson</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">Steve, <em>guitar</em> and <em>vocal</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">Ron Goad, <em>drums</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">Zan McLeod, <em>mandolin</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">Jim Robeson, <em>bass</em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">Fred Travers, <em>dobro</em></span></p>
Lyrics
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">A river of red wending to the west;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">From the top of each rise, you can see it best.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">When evening comes, the river runs slow </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">Shifting with the rhythm of the stop and go.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">Aiming toward the sunset like it wants to be consumed,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">It’s a special tint of red -- not crimson, not maroon </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">But a reimagination of a thousand points of light</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">Tracing out the channel as the day turns into night.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">People in the stream, they’re heading home, home, home, </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">Bound for where they started from many hours ago.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">They’ll get there when they get there at the pace they’ve come to know.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">There’re rivers of red everywhere they go.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">This river runs full, full of riders on the tide</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">Jockeying for progress across four lanes wide.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">Some are squeezing in; some are dropping out;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">Getting nowhere fast is what it’s all about.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">They try to stay patient, but they’ve got to use their wits;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">Tonight at least someone is sure to take a hit. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">Red used to send a warning to those who came behind; </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">Now the red glow pulls all who follow on down the line. </span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">People in the stream . . .</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">River of red. This river runs slow</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino, serif; font-size: small;">Shifting to the rhythm of the stop and go.</span></p>