Westward Expedition

Music/Lyrics: Don de Leaumont

I arose before the rooster.  I beat the sun again today

This southern kinda livin just aint going my way.

I packed up my guitar.  Pulled my notebook from the shelf.

Like some freak archaeologist I’m out to find myself.

            It’s a kind of expedition.  Setting sail upon the asphalt sea.

            I’m just out do discover what it is I’m supposed to be.

Today I’ll leave Atlanta for a place that aint so cold.

I’ve heard that Califorina’s got it all or so I’m told.

Got no time for Alabama.  No time to stop in New Orleans.

Maybe I’ll stop a while in Memphis and pay my respects to the King.

            Well I tried my luck in Vegas.  Lost it all to a man named Zhiu.

            They say you never win in Vegas.  Well I learned that it’s true.

So here I am in this City of Angels.  I’ll do my best to try and make a sound.

They tell me this town aint got no heart.  You just gotta poke around.

Think I’ll hang here for a lil while.  The weathers warm and the air is dry.

But I get this funny feeling that this is where dreamers go to die.

            Maybe I’ll head on back to Georgia.  Ol' Atlanta's looking awfully good.

            LA didn’t take to this southern boy like I hoped it would…