Don Conoscenti

in a funky little place just east of memphis, it was cold with grey clouds in the sky. i rolled in for some fuel, a woman asked my destination. said "my destination is the great divide". i stopped in to offer my respects to elvis and that big old muddy river rolling by. then i
drove right through hope, arkansas, birthplace of bill clinton still my destination is the great divide. everything changes west of the great divide. people wake up happy. no one knows just why. strolling along the western slopes, eagles cruising by. my destination is the great divide. getting high on new grass music at the carbondale mountain fair. some drunk is singing rocky mountain high. drinking whiskey well past midnight at the howling wolf cafe. my destination is the great divide. everything changes...