Scott’s Creek Bluff

The North coastal highway, rolls on forever
Any jobs that need doin'‚ any work you can use
No‚ Thank you kindly‚ we don't need a hand-out
We'll pay our own way, it's the life that we choose

Climb aboard Janey, we better get rollin'
The sheriff's outside‚ this time he ain't foolin'
Hold onto the baby, in a few hours maybe
We'll camp by the ocean with friends of our own

When there's work in your county, we always feel welcome
You treat us like neighbors‚ there's money to spend
But when the work's over, you close down the campground
The sheriff comes out, and we're vagrants again

Climb aboard Janey, we better get rollin'
The Sheriff's outside, this time he ain't foolin'
Hold onto the baby, in a few hours maybe
We'll camp by the ocean with friends of our own

Now in my mirror, your red-lights are flashing
Pull over, get down, in a voice hard as stone
The questions, the searches, the cold ugly laughter
The fines that will take all the money we own

Climb aboard Janey, we better get rollin'
The sheriff's outside, this time he ain't foolin'
Hold onto the baby, in a few hours maybe
We'll camp by the ocean with friends of our own

And down on the beaches, the wide surface pounding
Behind us, the redwoods play catch with the stars
Circled together, our friends of the highway
In campers, and vans, old busses, and cars
Around the big fire, there's good food and music
Till the warm evening fades with a slow fiddle tune
In silence we linger, the bad times forgotten
Baby's asleep 'neath our great silver moon

Climb aboard Janey, we better get rollin'
The sheriff's outside, this time he ain't foolin'
Hold onto the baby, in a few hours maybe
We'll camp by the ocean with friends of our own