Riding High and Heavenly Bound
Written by Jonathan Henderson
January 17, 2014 @ 10:02 PM
Cruising at dawn across Route 66,
My lady and I on the Harley are just
Getting our kicks, and as I'm sailing
Across the river of pavement's heat,
My lady and I on the Harley are just
Getting our kicks, and as I'm sailing
Across the river of pavement's heat,
My maiden Rosie Riveter and I sing, as
The radio's our respite to save our soul!
My home amid the hazy skies East
Of Eden in her Smoky Mountain highs
Of Eden in her Smoky Mountain highs
Remaining always to be of my home
Sweet home: for it is my rocky top
Sweet home: for it is my rocky top
Abode, always so soulful amid the
Moonshine stills in old East Tennessee:
Moonshine stills in old East Tennessee:
The volunteer spirit always to course
Through me, and the veins rendering
Upon me of the life betrothed with my
Mother Nature by Him: Lord Thy God!
Mother Nature by Him: Lord Thy God!
Along the bend we roll, riding through
Bayous and ascending jagged canyons,
Bayous and ascending jagged canyons,
And we are both feeling so high as we soar
Above the big and lovely Montana skies:
Above the big and lovely Montana skies:
The wild blue yonder never appeared as
Such a beaut as it does now on this day
Such a beaut as it does now on this day
As we coast across this old luscious sea
Of green and her amber waves of grain.
Of green and her amber waves of grain.
Oh! I am riding high, friends!
I am riding high! For I indeed
Am heavenly bound and sent
Till I find my trove of treasures
Beneath that rainbow of mind!
Dear Mother Nature: Be kind!
'Tis my wanderlust of pleasures!
Dear Mother Nature: Be kind!
'Tis my wanderlust of pleasures!
Over her bridge of old Mississippi at the
Divide's Gateway Arch, I dig of his saintly
Entrenchment upon the New Madrid Fault.
I seek a little taste of hemp herbs high atop
The glacier caps of Rocky Mountains' peaks!
Divide's Gateway Arch, I dig of his saintly
Entrenchment upon the New Madrid Fault.
I seek a little taste of hemp herbs high atop
The glacier caps of Rocky Mountains' peaks!
Trees! So many lovely trees! And all those
Evergreen trees so far as my eyes can see!
And I feel as if upon today, I am sailing
Across a sea of skies as if upon the wings
Of a dream! And upon approaching the arid
Across a sea of skies as if upon the wings
Of a dream! And upon approaching the arid
Soils, the desert forks one, two, and three:
The city of the mythical bird, then to sinful
Casinos of Vegas lights, until I drive north,
Rosie and I, to buy tickets to Prophet Joe's
Holy Land upon the shores of Utah's famed
Tabernacle Choir near old Great Salt Lake.
Casinos of Vegas lights, until I drive north,
Rosie and I, to buy tickets to Prophet Joe's
Holy Land upon the shores of Utah's famed
Tabernacle Choir near old Great Salt Lake.
Oh! I am riding high, friends!
I am riding high! For I indeed
Am heavenly bound and sent
Till I find my trove of treasures
Beneath that rainbow of mind!
Dear Mother Nature: Be kind!
'Tis my wanderlust of pleasures!
Beneath that rainbow of mind!
Dear Mother Nature: Be kind!
'Tis my wanderlust of pleasures!
I wish to see the infinite descending rains of
The Northwest forest's gifts and to partake
Upon a cup of Joe, and a nibble on an English
Hankering for a scone; I desire her majestic
Cascades, those mounts upon fair Puget Sound,
The Northwest forest's gifts and to partake
Upon a cup of Joe, and a nibble on an English
Hankering for a scone; I desire her majestic
Cascades, those mounts upon fair Puget Sound,
And a space needle never to fly to space amid
The heavenly bliss as I drive fancying sci-fi!
The heavenly bliss as I drive fancying sci-fi!
The Experience never sounded better at old
Woodstock '69 than it does upon my cranking
Hell from my radio: For Rosie and I serenade
Woodstock '69 than it does upon my cranking
Hell from my radio: For Rosie and I serenade
Of the slight return of a poor child akin to
Those residing amid the Creole folk parading
Le Rue Bourbon in the city of old New Orleans!
Those residing amid the Creole folk parading
Le Rue Bourbon in the city of old New Orleans!
Turning South we shall do, partaking of
Oregonian trails and her blazers, too; but it's
Oregonian trails and her blazers, too; but it's
To the artist formerly known as the Bear
Republic to where I'll flee! Flee! Free to be!
Republic to where I'll flee! Flee! Free to be!
I shall partake upon the beauts of Redwoods
And her majestic Sierra Nevada mounts East,
And her majestic Sierra Nevada mounts East,
Only to cruise Bay Side but avoid the isle's hole,
As "The Rock" still apprehends the con within!
As "The Rock" still apprehends the con within!
Soaring more paved river slopes till I reach
My counterculture amid a moonlit night, oh
Haight-Asbury! Let me sail with Rosie, and
Set our course across the Bay, through the fog,
My counterculture amid a moonlit night, oh
Haight-Asbury! Let me sail with Rosie, and
Set our course across the Bay, through the fog,
Till it will necessitate that I seek to drive once
Again, now across the Golden Gate, and that
Suspension of the soul a-sway to my being!
Again, now across the Golden Gate, and that
Suspension of the soul a-sway to my being!
Oh! I am riding high, friends!
I am riding high! For I indeed
Am heavenly bound and sent
Am heavenly bound and sent
Till I find my trove of treasures
Beneath that rainbow of mind!
Dear Mother Nature: Be kind!
'Tis my wanderlust of pleasures!
Dear Mother Nature: Be kind!
'Tis my wanderlust of pleasures!
L.A.! Where, sir, have you been?
You've been away since I was half
Past ten! And all the films you shot
Remain mysterious to little old me,
As I am just a simple old country boy
From a Great Smoky Mountain cabin;
But for now, I shall seek fossils within
Your La Brea tar pits and the heat it
Wrought; your San Gabriel mounts
Surrounding a rose of a township;
To snap the photographs of man's
Betrothal to Mother Nature as he
Proclaims amorous ubiquity of those
Hollywood lights, shining so bright
Amid the darkest Tinseltown nights!
To Chavez Ravine I flee! Me, Rose!
We flee for our Bud and Dodger Dogs;
Viewing the game till the Stretch; then to
Viewing the game till the Stretch; then to
The Chinese Theater for a pilgrimage,
As upon those sacrosanct seats laid
Once and so many times the bottoms
Of the many and rich of those thespians.
I shall fly as one with the bald eagles!
Fair America has called me Home!
But have I ever really denied her love
When I never left her shores nor womb?
Oh America! How I do love thee! Oh
How I see of thee my soul within, so
Deprived of a joy so simply attained
Unlike I hear of our forefathers' tongues
So collectivized and yet in tight quarters
Just a scant clipper and a schooner away
To sail across the tempest's raging pond
Of the Atlantic! But I shall forever seek
A good time in God's sunny azure skies to
Beg for me a pass and a wink from my
Fair Lady Liberty off the coast of the
New York islands; her Brooklyn Bridge
Shall always remain the golden standard
Even as the crossing at the Bay of the
Same namesake shall doubtless argue.
But for a soul descriptive such as moi
To proudly stake claim as an American
Is to hearken upon a sacred covenant
With The Creator where for all time,
We live to serve Him and those of less
Because we are free! Free to see! To be
One ideologically begat with the fruits of
Our labors and their sweat resulting in
The cries amid occasional broken souls
And those of the backbone, but never
To let our resolve as a people endowed
With liberty to cross the River Jordan,
For the Wall of Jericho to fall upon us,
But of the greatest import, to live happily
Because we are free! Free to live our gift
From Him: An unbridled, begotten liberty.
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