From the recording Messages In The Air
Lyrics
Blue Thorns of Lonesome Rick Adams 2025
You can lose your way on Rock Hill Road/ Where my Daddys land has all been
sold
And the cypress shack is overgrown
With green vines and blue thorns of lonesome
Daddy was the sheriff's son/ patrolled on Hwy 71
Tryin to fill his father's shoes
Mama was a preacher's kid/We heard about the things she did
If we told a lie/ she always knew
You can lose your way...
There's an old Cypress shack/ behind the home place in the back
Our family's time machine
We would always gather there/Uncle Ned would say a prayer
For all the fish we caught and cleaned
Changes happen naturally/ Everybody's gone but me
There's a big No trespassing sign
That shack remembers guitar strings/ an autoharp when mama'd sing
I hear the muffled music through the vines
You can lose your way on Rock Hill Road/ Where my Daddys land has all been
sold/ And the cypress shack is overgrown
With green vines and blue thorns of lonesome
Blue thorns of lonesome