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Casey’s Last Ride






                    Casey joins the hollow sound                                 Still she said,
                   of silent people walking down                      it’s so blessed good to feel your body!
                     The stairway to the subway                                  Lord! she said
                    in the shadows down below;                           Casey it’s a shame to be alone!
                  Following their footsteps through
                    the neon-darkened corridors                                Source: LyricFind
                        Of silent desperation,                           Songwriters: Kris Kristofferson
                      never speakin’ to a soul.                    Casey’s Last Ride lyrics © Sony/ATV Music
                   The poison air he’s breathin’ has                            Publishing LLC
                       the dirty smell of dying
                 ‘Cause it’s never seen the sunshine                       To listen follow this link....
                     and it’s never felt the rain.
                   But casey minds the arrows and                 Renaissance man, a military officer, an actor, a
                       ignores the fatal echoes               A performer. But when you boil it all down, the
                   Of the clickin’ of the turnstiles          foremost thing Kris Kristofferson may be known for
                     and the rattle of his chains             is his songwriting. As influential and lasting as
                                  .                           anyone, Kris revolutionized Country music
                         Oh! she said, Casey                  songwriting in the 70’s, and had everyone else
                 it’s been so long since I’ve seen you!       stepping up their game to meet the high bar he set.
                           Here she said,                     It’s a bar that is still trying to be met by songwriters
                  just a kiss to make a body smile!           today.
                            See she said,
             I’ve put on new stockings just to please you!    After leaving the army in 1965, Kristofferson moved
                           Lord! she said,                    to Nashville. He worked at a variety of odd jobs while
                  Casey can you only stay a while?            struggling for success in music while burdened with
                                                              medical expenses resulting from his son’s defective
                   Casey leaves the under-ground              esophagus. He and his wife soon divorced. He got a
                  and stops inside the golden crown           job sweeping floors at Columbia Recording Studios
                  For something wet to wipe away              in Nashville. He met June Carter there and asked her
                     the chill that’s on his bone.            to give Johnny Cash a tape of his. She did, but Cash
                     Seeing his reflection in the             put it on a large pile with others. He also worked as a
                      lives of all the lonely men             commercial helicopter pilot for south Louisiana firm
                      Who reach for any thing                 Petroleum Helicopters International (PHI), based
                  they can to keep from goin’ home.           in Lafayette, Louisiana. Kristofferson recalled of his
                       Standin’ in the corner                 days as a pilot, “That was about the last three years
                    Casey drinks his pint of bitter           before I started performing, before people started
                    Never glancing in the mirror              cutting my songs. I would work a week down here [in
                      at the people passing by                south Louisiana] for PHI, sitting on an oil platform
                   Then he stumbles as he’s leaving           and flying helicopters. Then I’d go back to Nashville
                    and he wonders if the reason              at the end of the week and spend a week up there
                    Is the beer that’s in his belly,          trying to pitch the songs, then come back down and
                     or the tear that’s in his eye.           write songs for another week. I can remember “Help
                                                              Me Make It Through the Night” I wrote sitting on
                       Oh! she said, I suppose                top of an oil platform. I wrote “Bobby McGee” down
                    you seldom think about me,                here, and a lot of them in south Louisiana.
                           Now she said,
                now that you’ve a fam’ly of your own;         (Source Wikipedia)




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