C. Daniel Boling: Listen to Music

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Probably the oldest song of mine that still makes it into my performances -- 1978. At the time I was in college in Lubbock, Texas and got a summer job for the university doing range plant studies in the New Mexico desert quite a ways out in the pucker brush from Carlsbad, NM ... living in a tent.

To get a real meal and a shower, the other guys and I headed into Carlsbad one weekend. Finding the motel room not much to my liking I was sitting on the sidewalk at three or four in the morning leaning up against the wall of the La Caverna motel and watching the nightlife of this little New Mexico town.

GREEN STREET & CANAL

I love to sit on a quiet street corner and dream while I play my guitar
And watch those few people still up and moving in spite of this ungodly hour
The boy off the bus, the old man traveling, the Mexican kid with one arm
And the cops roll by four times and hour to see I’m still doing no harm

And nobody knows why I’m sitting here
No one but the police seems to care
I’ve got no reason, it’s just the right season
To sit in that warm morning air

Short man with a bundle, it’s prob’ly his laundry, but it just might be all that he owns
White-collared calico catching beetles for breakfast and sniffing out old chicken bones
And the futile street light works at directing no one, excepting one cycle in ten
And the guy that drove past twice just came round another, I reckon he’ll be by again

And nobody knows why I’m sitting here
No one but the police seems to care
I’ve got no reason, it’s just the right season
To sit in that warm morning air

I’ve got no reason, it’s just the right season
To sit in that warm morning air
Sing in that warm morning air