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. Check 'em both out.
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.