Lyrics
I lost track of family when I was nineteen
My sisters were drifters and old magazines
My brother took in by an Anglican priest
In Amador County, but he’s since deceased
I never would know him, ‘cause he changed his name
And moved to San Pedro, and rode out the rain
I tried being a con man until 24
My marks had been lonely and looking to score
But it was slow going, and felt like a curse
So I started to sell if they needed it worse
I never intended to take what I won
With my old Triumph Tiger, I rode out the sun, singing
Oh I found you, oh I found you
After the last ride was through
Oh I found you, oh I found you
After the last life was through
I met a mechanic up near the state line
He knew I knew motors and paid me just fine
I couriered engines all over the state
And settled near Shasta surrounded by lakes
The beds have gone drier but I do what I can
To keep away fire from my plot of land
It rips through the Coulter and Tamarack pines
And it thickens the air til you’d think you’d gone blind
Some night in September it’ll take me by storm
While I’m still dreaming about when I was born
It’ll eat through my cabin and all my propane
My windows will blacken and my roof will rain
Over my head til I’m buried and gone
They’d put up a sign but it wouldn’t last long, sayin
Until it’s all over, I’ll be where I’ve been
Hauling these engines from Redding to Bend
I’d stop on occasion and see some old friends
But I’ve run like a clock since I needed these ends
To meet like two strangers on opposite trains
Locking their eyes as they’re pulling away, sayin
Oh I found you, oh I found you
After the last nick of time
Oh I found you, oh I found you
After I ran out of time
Written by: Will Stratton