Saw Mill Gulch Road - John Mayall

Living in Saw Mill Gulch Road

There’s a lonely girl who’s now fifteen

Living in Saw Mill Gulch Road

There’s a lonely girl who’s now fifteen

Since I been gone, left a part of me

Things unsaid — remembering

I took her home.

We rode a car

Through rushing trees, the moon and night

I took her home.

We rode a car

Through rushing trees, the moon and night

It seemed so wrong to say goodbye

Things unsaid.

It wasn’t right

She’s sneaking our her back window

I’m waiting in Saw Mill Gulch Road

She’s sneaking our her back window

I’m waiting in Saw Mill Gulch Road

She couldn’t see me ride away

And leave her behind so all alone

A pack of cards for solitaire

Hidden meanings to stow away

A pack of cards for solitaire

Hidden meanings to stow away

Lots of things for memories

For when she dreams of future days