The Pow-Wow Trail

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My last night in Oklahoma
I held your hand then said goodbye
Your words in my ears
I held back the tears
Wondering where I’d finally cry

Driving out to California
Still see you dancin’ in my mind
I wonder when
I’ll see you again
Somewhere down the road by and by

CHORUS
The road’s my home
The road’s my home

Spent some time in Albuquerque
Sang at a big gathering there
Saw your head bowed
Way back in the crowd
I really tried not to stare

Saw you again up in Denver
Your body moved with strength and grace
I held your hand once more
Then I walked out the door
I’m bound to move from place to place

CHORUS

Can’t stay in one place and pretend
This highway I’m on has no end
No end

Written by Arigon Starr
©2002 Starrwatcher Publishing (ASCAP)
Lyrics reprinted by Kind Permission

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ABOUT “THE POW-WOW TRAIL”

This is the story of one sad pow-wow dancer. Whenever I’ve been to a pow-wow, I’ve wondered what the lives of the singers and dancers must be like. They move house and home from place to place for months on end — then I realized they’re just like me! Always on the road.