WRITTEN BY MICHAEL BACON 

 

It's a rocky road down Ida's farm 

Past the sticks and stones 

And names that harm 

They don't like her rooster crowing 

Cows and flies and weeds are a growing 

It's a rocky road 

Down Ida's farm 

 

It's a rocky road 

Down Bankie's dune 

Made of memories and bits of moon 

Here they come with a zillion dollars 

Crowds of tourists soon to follow 

It's a rocky road 

Down Bankie's dune 

 

From the hills of Pennsylvania  

She fights to hold her ground 

To the white sands of Anguilla 

He still hears the sound 

Of music made for no reason at all 

 

It's a rocky road 

Down 9th Avenue 

Past the sea of cars 

And fields of fume 

That old guitar is never played 

Full of songs never made 

It's a rocky road 

Down 9th Avenue 

It's a rocky road