Me and Slim Songtext
von Nicki Bluhm and The Gramblers

Riding sideways on this fen bench, through the amber waves of grain
On a postcard it looks pretty, but to us it just feels like pain
Start thinking, slow, we got a ways to go, to the show
Ice storm out of Cleveland, unleashed all its power
We slipped past the hotel exit, didn′t make it back for two more hours
It feels like home is the Holiday Inn, for me and Slim


Looking over fences, the grass ain't always green
Sometimes you′re the low card and sometimes you're then queen
There's a lot we′re learning and even more unknown
Let′s try staying in tune and keep the players in tone

Got stopped at the Northern border, headed for a one-off in Montreal
They dug up a tiny package that we didn't know we had at all
It feels like a game no one can win, for me and Slim

Riding shock waves on this fen bench, from sea to shining sea
Hope our postcard made it, back to where we long to be
Finally heading home, our soles are wearing thin
Finally heading home, to friends and kin
We′re finally heading home, but we'll leave again, me and Slim


On the road again, can′t wait to be on the road again
Making music with my friends