Hard Cider

Hard Cider
by John McCutcheon & Tom Chapin
© Appalsongs & The Last Music Co. (ASCAP)

White lines on a blacktop, pay phone in a parking lot.
There ain’t no way a man should have to feel the way I do.
Billboard on the curve ahead.
Broken down and left for dead.
I’m rolling through this river town
A thousand miles from you.
Hard cider, sweet juice has turned.
Silver dollar, what have I learned?
The road I’m walkin’ I’ve not walked before.
Things I used to, I don’t do no more.

Last night was a motel over near the railroad.
I like it when they put me here on the under side of town.
Half-past midnight, couldn’t sleep for thinking
And the banging in the freight yard
As they move them cars around.

Down in Georgia, down in Georgia
They build those trains on the night shift
Just as heavy as they can.
And once they get moving they will roll forever.
And carry you through the moonlight
All the way to the promised land.
Hard cider, sweet juice has turned.
Silver dollar, what have I learned?
The road I’m walkin’ I’ve not walked before.
Things I used to, I don’t do no more.

Roadside stand, tomatoes from the vine.
15 miles to See Rock City on the road to Caroline.
Sweet Magnolia Moonlight on a truck to Tupelo.
Redlights and the headlights and a hundred miles to go.

Mist on the mountain, Water on the highway.
Out on the road there’s so little to believe.
I sure do miss you at the end of summer.
You’re just a sweet dream tugging at my sleeve.
Hard cider, sweet juice has turned.
Silver dollar, what have I learned?
The road I’m walkin’ I’ve not walked before.
Things I used to, I don’t do no more.

This song appears on Tom Chapin's Doing Our Job CD.

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