Good Medicine

GOOD MEDICINE -CARY MORIN (BMI)

IM SORRY MY OLD FRIEND
TOO MUCH TIME HAS PASSED
BEFORE I RETURN
YOUR LAST GREETING TO ME
WITH NO ONE TO SAY THERE IS A RIGHT WAY AND A WRONG
WE ARE FREE TO DREAM MAGIC UP ALL ON OUR OWN

CONSIDER YOURSELF INVITED TO HAVE A LOOK AND SING ALONG
SIT ON DOWN, HEAR THIS NOW
THIS OLD NIGHT HERDER’S SONG
THIS OLD NIGHT HERDER’S SONG

NOW WOULDN’T IT BE GRAND
LIKE OUR BROTHERS
WHO WERE OF THIS LAND
IF WE COULD RIDE ALONE AGAIN
ON THE OLD MONTANA LAND
FOLKS THESE DAYS
CAN’T UNDERSTAND
GOOD MEDICINE
AND THE COLORS OF THE MOUNTAINS AND THE SKY

THERE’S INNOCENT ALLIES LOOKING DOWN FROM UP ABOVE
SQUARE BUTTE IN THE DISTANCE
TELLING TALES OF BYGONE DAYS
AND THAT’S ENOUGH TO STIR THE MEMORIES
AND BRUSH UP ON OUR HISTORY

OF MY OWN DAYS ON THE BANKS OF THE MISSOURI
WHERE I LEARNED TO TIE A KNOT AND SING A SONG

(INSTRUMENTAL)

I SUPPOSE I LEARNED TO TALK WITH MY HANDS
AND SEE THE SOUNDS BEFORE SOME AND
OPEN UP THE DOORS TO LET THIS OLD HOUSE BREATH
I BELIEVE THERE IS NOTHING FINER
THAN WHAT WAS HERE LONG BEFORE
YOU AND ME AND EVERYBODY

PLEASE REMEMBER THE PIPE IS ALWAYS LIT
THE ROBE IS SPREAD WITH AN OPEN LODGE DOOR
THE BEST FROM ME AND MINE TO YOU AND YOURS