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  • Farewell to Boise and Hannah

    I may have been working on this song a while back. Anyway, I kinda think it's finished now.

    Farewell to Boise and Hannah

    1. He parked in the rain down on Main Street
    in the light of the neon bars
    where he made his farewell to sweet Hannah
    on a night without any stars.
    When he asked if she’d like to come with him
    she sighed, “Maybe one of these days.”
    For although she had a free spirit
    she’d been left with two daughters to raise.

    ’Cross the Idaho-Oregon border
    his dog Hank in the passenger seat,
    it was farewell to Boise and Hannah,
    life without her, Hank, won’t be as sweet.

    2. He’d sent tapes out to Portland and Ashland,
    to Medford and Salem and Bend.
    He got offered a gig in Corvallis,
    weekday evenings from six until ten.
    He and Hank settled into the city—
    just a small university town,
    Maybe Hannah might come for a visit
    and someday they’d all settle down.

    He and Hank had traveled high desert,
    crossed mountains and rivers and streams.
    Now it’s farewell to Boise and Hannah,
    and hello to his radio dreams.

    3. Ah, but AM was losing its listeners,
    less music, more traffic and news.
    So to Ely then Orem then Flagstaff,
    the itinerant disc-jockey blues.
    Sometimes late at night she’d still call him
    and ask him to play her a song.
    Though she’s too far away to have heard them
    he’s played songs for her all along.

    He and Hank crossed the wide Colorado,
    now both with some grey in their hair,
    and it’s farewell to Hannah’s sweet shadow,
    and hello to that radio station,
    perhaps their last destination,
    the next small-town radio station
    up ahead somewhere.

    Words & Music © 2014 by Lee Charles Kelley
    West Sixty Ninth Street (ASCAP)
    “Good Vibrations” was probably a good record but who's to know? You had to play it about 90 bloody times to even hear what they were singing about. What’s next? Rock opera? —Pete Townshend, Melody Maker Interview, 1966.

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