Tormented

I was young, had no fear of the road......this song was written sitting/standing/pacing/ alone, and wondering why no one in Shenandoah Iowa, would stop and give a long haired red headed hippie a ride somewhere. Some of my hippie hitchhiking was done alone, most of it was with other longhairs. I imagine many of my hitch-hiking cohorts from those days, are now Federal Judges, Lawyers working for the ACLU, Greenpeace or Amnesty Int'l.

Whew, I got out when the getting out was good.