The Idealist

from by Josh Doucette

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when i was young, i packed my suitcase
and i set out for west virginia
for i'd heard the hills, they had gold a'flowin
and the valleys, they were filled with grain

but son, i'm a woeful traveler
son, i can't see my kin
son, this road leads to disaster
and all my runnin' has done me in

maybe it was west a'callin
for east yields no gold, nor grain
so pickup my battered luggage
and fortune, i'll find you in oregon

but son, i'm a woeful traveler
son, i can't see my kin
son, this road leads to disaster
and all my runnin' has done me in

it seems riches ain't com in'
and dreams are all left to my name
but faith, there may yet be some silver
falling in the southern rain

but son, i'm a woeful traveler
son, i can't see my kin
son, this road leads to disaster
and all my runnin' has done me in

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from And What I Am, released July 21, 2015

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Josh Doucette New York, New York

Old folk and bluesy poetry mixed with roots influenced acoustic guitar and raw, emotive vocals.


A singer-songwriter, from Milwaukee, WI, living in New York, NY.

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