Take A Ride - Track 11 - Chester and The Old Indian

© Copyright 2011 Ghostrider and The Allied Horns
Chester and The Old Indian - 5:25  |  Morse SOCAN/BMI
 


Chester Jones he was old school, he'd been to hell and back again
he was about 86 or so, I'd known him since I was ten
he'd asked me by his house one day to tell me things he'd bet I did not know
so up the steps and through the front door,
I could hear the kettle whistlin' on the stove
come on in, why we're just sittin' here, tryin' to shake off the cold.

Chester and The Old Indian had seen so many miles
though it's been years since she'd turned a wheel
why they'd always sit and talk awhile
and every time he gazed upon her, man ya know it made him smile inside
just thinking back to the day his boy, first rode her home in 69
but my time is gettin' on he said, and I need to hand her on down the line.

Ride her son, let her run
let her spread her wings and fly
Ride her son, let the old Chief run like my boy did before he died
over there, jungle war, he said if I don't come home alive
let somebody let my baby ride again
let somebody let my baby run free again

God bless Chester and The Old Indian.

Ride her son, let her run
let her spread her wings and fly
Ride her son, let the old Chief run like my boy did before he died

God bless Chester and The Old Indian.

He said I could never let her go, cuz John Henry loved her the best,
after the cancer took the wife away she was all that I had left
but my boy he made me swear, I would never see her be alone
now I can't look out for her anymore, and they won't have it down at the home
in my mind I can still hear that little chopper runnin', all the way down Thunder Road

Ride her son, let her run
let her spread her wings and fly
Ride her son, let the old Chief run like my boy did before he died
...ride...let my baby run free again
...ride...let my baby run free again
...ride...let my baby run free again

God bless Chester and The Old Indian.
God bless Chester and The Old Indian.
God bless Chester and The Old Indian.
 

© Copyright 2011 Ghostrider and The Allied Horns

This somber Sunday morning kind of song tells the tale of Chester, a proud but ailing old-timer,  a 1940s Indian Chief motocycle and John Henry, the son.

Most of my songs are "partly truth and partly fiction", yet Chester and The Old Indian is completely make believe. Again, the magic of "the source" seemed close at hand and it was a deep spirtual interlude writing this track. - PM