Lyrics Miracle of Living - Darrell Scott
Miracle
Of
Living
He
left
Boston
in
December
for
New
Mexico
Determined
to
forget
all
of
the
faces
he'd
known
A
little
lonesome
and
a
world
of
troubled
mind
With
a
bed
roll
on
his
shoulder
and
a
banjo
on
his
knee
He
would
hitch
a
ride
with
truckers
He
believed
them
to
be
free
Eighteen-wheelers
roll
a
little
further
down
the
line
He
did
not
meet
a
girl
in
Richmond
nor
in
old
San
Antone
His
vision
of
the
Southwest
would
be
realized
alone
Alone
to
wonder
How
his
life
had
gone
thus
far
As
he
walked
along
the
highway
He
felt
a
power
from
inside
He
found
a
miracle
of
living
In
having
nothing
left
to
hide
He
walked
Carlsbad
to
White
Sands
For
forty
days
and
nights
But
it
only
took
ten
minutes
for
that
man
to
realize:
Lord,
it's
lonesome
everywhere
Now
he's
living
back
in
Boston
teaching
English
in
high
school
Lyrics
Glad
to
have
bi-weekly
wages
Glad
the
kids
all
think
he's
cool
He's
a
man
who
has
learned
from
where
he's
been
He
keeps
a
bottle
full
of
white
sand
on
his
table
down
the
hall
And
a
worn
map
of
New
Mexico
thumb-tacked
on
the
wall
Oh,
you
never
know
He
may
need
to
go
again
As
he
walks
along
the
hallway
He
feels
that
power
swell
up
from
inside
And
finds
a
miracle
of
living
In
having
nothing
left
to
hide
Oh,
it's
a
miracle
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