Pilgrims On the Way (Matthew's Song) - Michael Martin Murphey

Raindrops thumping on my white-walled Chrysler

I'm keeping rhythm with the window wipers

Farmland's drinking every drop that falls

Lightning dancing to the fiddler's call

Black baby squeeze a hot dog bun

Grandpa's got wrinkles from too much sun

Harry Belafonte and the Dixie Dregs

Everybody's drinking from the same cold kegs

The cowboy slaps the dust away

For the sweet senorita with the cross next to the heart

Purple mountains majesty she says hey Gringo what about me

You don't know me but I know you

We are pilgrims we are pilgrims on the way

I could love you and you could love me

We are pilgrims we are pilgrims on the way

Banjo pickin' from a motor home

Bulldog barking at my ice cream cone

Old man rocking with a baby on his knee

Schoolgirl peeking from behind a tree

Churchbells singing about Sunday school

Dutchman on a buggy with the golden rule

The homeless sleeping on a whiskey dream

God send his grace on Thee

Home run hittin' in the afternoon

Late night dancing by the harvest moon

Farmer's daughter turns to look my way

This is my chance to say

Hey you don't know me but I know you...

On the way

[ trumpet ]

The waitress points to the west of town

To the promised land as the sun goes down

Thumbs up trucker on the left hand side

We've got towns to see we've got roads to ride

You don't know me but I know you...

Pilgrims on the way