I met him on the cliffs
Of twin rocks, oregon
He was sittin on his bedroll
Lookin just like richard brautigan

I thought he was an old man,
He wasn't but 37
He said he'd been ridin trains
For 15 years

Drawin portraits
To keep his belly full of beer
And it looked to me like he'd died
And missed the plane to heaven

But he was a nice old guy
For a younger man
He had a bottle of mad dog
He held in his hand

That he waved around a lot
To make his point
And I listened as he told his tales
Of wine and women and county jails

And we finished off that bottle
And smoked a half a joint
He said "I came here to watch the sun
Disappear into the ocean

It's been years
Since I smelled this salty sea"
He turned his bottle up and down
And I saw him lost

And I saw him found
He sadi "I don't know what I've been
Lookin for, maybe me..."
Well, I told him I too had been

Travelin around
Livin out of my van from town to town
Playin for tips and whatever records
I could move

I said "I don't reckon I'll be
Makin it big,
You know it's hard to get rich
Off a tout of coffee house gigs"

And he said "yeah, but ain't it a blessin
To do what you want to do..."
And I told him "yeah, I pulled off here
To watch the sun disappear

Into the ocean
'cause it's been years
Since I smelled this salty sea"
And he turned his bottle up and down

He saw me lost and he saw me found
And I said "I don't know what I've
Been lookin for, maybe me"
I said "it's kind of late

Better be heading down the interstate
Can I give you a lift
To san francisco bay?"
He said "nope, I think I'm just

Going to sit here and rest
And maybe wait on the
Tokyo-montana express
I might just lay here

And dream my life away
I'm going to sit right here,
I'm going to watch the sun
Disappear into the ocean

'Cause it's been years, it's been years
I'm gonna turn my bottle up and down
You can see my lost
And you can see my found"

I met him on the cliffs
Of twin rocks, oregon
He was sitting on his bedroll looking
Just like richard brautigan
Just like him

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Writer(s): SHAWN MULLINS