American Spring

Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Greg Anton

A Hunter/Anton song recorded by "The Mix"

I was born one American spring
Neck in a noose, arm in a sling
Rolled from my cradle, cold and numb
Crawled to the road, stuck out my thumb

Six days and nights without a ride
Seven, someone pulled aside
Picked me up where I lay dead
And knocked some sense into my head

I was born one American spring
Bright dawn of reckoning
Clouds had faces, feet had wings
I grew up learning American things

Star-spangled church of the grand old flag
Not some blood-soake mop-up rag
Cops were good, trucks were bad
Rights were something everyone had

American spring, of thee I sing
Of all the hopeless hopes you bring
Stars and bones twined in your hair
Electric music in your stare

Gambled with the bone man one dark night
Forty nine cards, we were three jacks light
Couldn't tell an ace from a deuce by feel
Bone man said, shut up and deal

I built your house and I laid your floor
I carried your flag and I fought your war
A silver pistol on your thigh
Cold blue thunder in your eyes

American spring, of thee I sing
Of all the hopeless hopes you bring
Stars and bones twined in your hair
Electric music in your stare

American spring, of thee I sing
Of all the hopeless hopes you bring
Of all the hanging ropes you swing
Of all the bells you never ring
Never ring

For legions nearly every day
Hand on heart, ubder God we pray
Just like religion under holy skies
The visions of the stars and stripes

None of that makes sense no more
Thick black waves lap on the shore
In the city, gun shots ring
There's nothing let to do but sing

American spring, of thee I sing
Of all the hopeless hopes you bring
Of all the hanging ropes you swing
Of all the bells you never ring
Never ring
Recordings
     Date Album Recorded By
     2004 American Spring The Mix
     2012 Run For The Roses Greg Anton et al (Rex Foundation)