This is a remake of a song Knees wrote in 1972, after a trip to the Grand Canyon with an old army buddy and his wife. We found that on the south rim no matter where you wanted to go, Tuba City was the first place you went. Knees' buddy suggested he write a song about all roads leading to Tuba City and this is what resulted. I recorded it in the early 90s and this recent version is pretty similar.
It’s a sad road I’m travelin
Sad because my baby
Tole me that our love is dead
“Go on an beat your head against the wall,” she said
“I don’t think that I can take it any more.”
A man tries to make a livin
Doin what he does the best
For as much as he can get
But tell that to a woman
Without lowerin your head
When the life she needs
Is just outside your door.
An the raincloud up ahead is flashin like a sign
Motorcycle nightmare on the Utah line
Do you blame me brothers for changin my mind?
I turn around an head back home.
All roads lead to Tuba
Just like all roads lead to hell
If you’re headin for the Canyon
You’ll get to know it well.
Well I tried to leave my woman
Somethin I’ve attempted so many times before
But every time I come on back
A-beggin at the door
I wonder just what I’m tryin to do?
As I ride into Tuba
I get a kinda feelin
That things just ain’t the same
Like mebbe someone’s changed
All the rules to the game
I wonder if it’s me or if it’s you.
Then I see the note that’s lyin on the bed
Says “Now do you believe that our love is dead?”
Then I start to thinkin
Bout all the things she said
An I go an beat my head against the wall.