The Ballad of Dog Dually - Page 2
Walking Down the Line (Bob Dylan 1963)
| G - C/g - G - C/g - G Well, I’m walkin' down the line, C/g - G Well, I’m walkin' down the line, C/g - G An’ I’m walkin' down the line. C/g - G My feet'll be a-flyin' D7sus4 - C/g - G To tell about my troubled mind. Tell you 'bout my twisted spine, knee, leg. |
I got my walkin' shoes I got my walkin' shoes I got my walkin' shoes An’ I ain't a-gonna lose I believe I got the walkin' blues Well, I’m walkin’ down the line, |
At the base of the Chukar Trail, where the shore meets the river, Wiley unloads the dry bag and starts sorting gear when his trick knee kicks in. SPROING! The pack mule load unwinds on his leg like a coil spring and wilderness adventure Wiley is now the 1st crip on the trip. His tightened IT-band, knee sprain injury is old news. He’ll has to deal with it in the here and now. On the river.