The Devil & The Open Road
(words & music by Markus Rill)		  
 
I had the title before I had anything else. Combining two clichés seemed like a good idea to me at the time. A lot of songs on the album touch moral and ethical questions, I suppose, and this one does too. It's hard to always do right and never veer from the good path and the guy in the song has finally grown tired of trying to. Probably not a very pc concept. I really think we got a good recording of this song with the tension building up nicely. Great slide work by Ed
I took a walk to the graveyeard, looked at all the stones
And I felt pity for each and every resting soul
I saw my old friend Frankie's grave, man, I hadn't thought of him in years
We were real close once but now he's long and far from here

I dreamed I saw my tombstone, it was just a simple stone
I dreamed they buried me in my grave
They put me down six feet under and there wasn't no-one who came
Well, I dreamed I saw my tombstone standing in the rain

I recall my Granddad's funeral and how my old man cried
And I remember thinking I didn't ever wanna die
Well, now I've come to accept the fact of my own mortality
But the notion of rotting away still don't appeal to me

I dreamed I saw my tombstone, it was just a simple stone
I dreamed they buried me in my grave
They put me down six feet under and there wasn't no-one who came
I dreamed I saw my tombstone standing upon my remains

I ain't ever consulted no fortune teller
If I don't know 'bout my fate, man, it's just as well
I don't believe in no premonitions
But then again, with dreams like that, sometimes it's hard to tell

I dreamed I saw my tombstone, it was just a simple stone
I dreamed they buried me in my grave
They put me down six feet under and there wasn't no-one who came
I dreamed I saw my tombstone and let me tell you, it sure felt strange