Malcomb Wood

written by David Munyon, S.P. Standley

Maybe it's the climb back home

Maybe it's your voice on the telephone

Maybe t's the fear an' trembling, who knows it's how it goes

Kinda like Eisenhower, kinda like stacks at flour

Kinda like rain on words written in love

There's a song, that'll make you cry

There's an Indian Warrior, waving goodbye

There's a Ford and Buick, then there's a Chevrolet

There's a way that we should, there's a bad

And then there's a good

There's a man and his name is Malcomb Wood

Maybe it's the smell of the gasoline

Maybe it's the memory of the whiskey

Maybe it's the grace of Shiva, or Krishna cryin', Jesus dying

Kinda like a famous actor

Kinda like a storyteller

Kinda like grease on some words written in love

There's a song, that'll make you cry

There's an Indian Warrior, waving goodbye

There's a Ford and Buick, then there's a Chevrolet

There's a way that we should, there's a bad

And then there's a good

There's a man and his name is Malcomb Wood

Maybe it's the vibe on the trail

Maybe it's the painting on the wall

Maybe it's the wall or the ceilig, or the ceiling fan from Japan

Kinda like a millionaire

Kinda like a forty-seven dollars he shared

Kinda like tears on some words written in love

There's a song, that'll make you cry

There's an Indian Warrior, waving goodbye

There's a Ford and Buick, then there's a Chevrolet

There's a way that we should, there's a bad

And then there's a good

There's a man and his name is Malcomb Wood

There's a song, that'll make you cry

There's an Indian Warrior, waving goodbye

There's a Ford and Buick, then there's a Chevrolet

There's a way that we should, there's a bad

And then there's a good

There's a man and his name is Malcomb Wood

David Munyon: vocal, guitar

Chris Jones: guitar

Martin Huch: pedal-steel

Mike Silver: backing vocals

Beo Brockhausen: mandola

Hans-Jörg Maucksch: bass