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RICK FORD ≈ Lyrics

Drifting Kind
Rick Ford

There’s a buzzard black against the snow
What he lives on I don’t know
Ragged thoughts go through my mind
Guess I’m just the drifting kind

Guess I’m just the drifting kind
Planning ain’t no plan of mine
Guess I’ll end up where I’ll be
Like that buzzard on the tree

Hey hey hey, hey hey hey, hey hey hey

Once had a woman she’s good to me
Put malt whisky in my tea
But when trees stood black against the sky
She left ‘cos she was the drifting kind

Last night I played some Howlin Wolf
Today I thought of clover wine and you
When you left you left our love behind
There’s a price to pay when you’re the drifting kind

Ignore the small bones in your kippers
Don’t choke on your destiny
Don’t look over your shoulder
And don’t you ever think of me

Buzzard black against the sun
He takes each day as it comes
Good and bad they’re all the same
He knows life is just a waiting game
I wait for songs to drift down from the sky
Looking for a place to hide
I keep them with me for a while
Then set them free ‘cos they’re the drifting kind



Buzzard black against the snow
Fighting with an old black crow
Old crow’ll beat him every time
‘Cos that buzzard’s just the drifting kind

Easy come and easy go
Where I’m headed I don’t know
One day we’re all young guns for hire
Next we’re in the memory choir

Now there ain’t nothing I would rather do
Lie on my back down by the brook
Drift with the clouds as they roll by
Ride those highways in the sky

Hey hey hey, hey hey hey, hey hey hey



Americana Music, Rick Ford, Songwriter, Smoke and Mirrors, Americana style, Staffordshire, UK.
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