Ashland

I'm following the river over dark and bloody ground
Past the white-haired colonels and ancient Indian mounds
I have no traveling companion
Just the voice of Charles Manson
Singing "Forever" on the radio
and I do believe I'll make it to Ashland

Naomi Judd is on the phone
She's wonderin' what I'll want to eat
"Honey I know you'll find those bones
That sleep beneath my quiet streets"

My traveling companions are whistling through the canyons
and Henry Clay's on the radio singing
"No north, no south, no east, no west"
In Ashland
In this Chosen Land
In this Promised Land

Our traveling companions are the ghosts we've abandoned
We listen for their secrets on the radio
And I do believe we'll find them in Ashland