Chris Whitley - Long Way Around video free download

Yeah, but it's not Country at all, it is crawling at you like a snake from the Bayou, driven by the blues and a hankering for the essentials of life, the nitty gritty blues, when you only have three strings on your guitar, but they have 77 frets and the harmonics won't end. RIP Chris.

Chris Whitley - Long Way Around

Every evening, I follow my master.

Lead me down to the praying ground.

No, Sir, I can't seem to go no faster.

I be taking the long way around.

Early spring, child, you weren't getting no younger.

When love just brought you down.

All last fall, I waited for the summer.

I was taking the long way around.

Sister, take your time to come to me slowly.

Lead me down to the praying ground.

All that's sacred, child, all that is holy...

Bound to come to us on the long way around.

Way down here where anything can happen,

I mean down on the praying ground.

Look out, child, it looks like something be coming.

It be coming the long way around.

Coming the long way around...