Falling Rock

there was a squaw a very sad squaw

who cried as she cursed at the sky

the gods had reclaimed her only son

and nobody could tell her why

there was a chief a very wise chief

who told her

we'll find where he roamed

we'll put out some signs on the highway

and bring the young falling rock home

it's not a bar in wyoming

it's not brewed in the north pa mills

it's just a young brave

who wandered from camp

and ventured too far in the hills

you'll see a sign on the roadside

like the sign on the blue ridge parkway

look out for falling rock at large in the

us of a at large in the us of a

there was a letter form the gov'ner

a visit from the park service man

socialist lawyers an eagle scouts said

we're doin bout all that we can

stories can turn into legends

folklore's derived from a claim

but no one can answer the puzzling sign

about the young indian name.

CHORUS

some say they've seen him

homeless in phoenix

picking up all he could scrounge

some say they've seen him doing the

king weekends at a jfk lounge

some swear that he was wrapping with

phil about the abuse of his tribe

and some say he sits in a washington

pen for passing a state trooper bribes