Nu al het mooiste liedje van 2016

Sam Outlaw heet echt zo, nou ja, nadat hij de achternaam van zijn moeder als artiestennaam heeft geleend. Hij heeft een prachtige debuut-cd gemaakt, Angeleno. Niemand minder dan Ry Cooder heeft hem geproduceerd en diens subtiele gitaar is op bijna elk nummer te horen. Het absolute prijsnummer, en nu al het mooiste liedje van 2016, is Ghost Town:

Wish that you could see this city,
just how it used to be,
burning with the fire of industry

Wish that you could feel the life,
we once felt on these streets,
but you can’t, no you can’t

Cause I’m on my way,
through some kind of ghost town,
I’m on my way back home

I’m on my way,
wish that I could slow down,
I’m on my way back home

Nothing but one dead highway,
no blood in these veins,
you hardly see a car, truck, or train

Theres no one left to say what happened,
but I want someone to blame
but I cant, no I can’’t

Cause I’m on my way,
through some kind of ghost town,
I’m on my way back home

I’m on my way,
wish that I could slow down,
I’m on my way back home

Looking for some answers in the rubble, rocks, and sand,
The diggings got me nothing,
but some worn dirt on my hands,

I didn’t see it coming,
never thought would see her fall,
but maybe she was crumbling all along.

Wish that you could see my family,
just how it used to be,
burnin’ with a love so bright and free

I wish that I could hold my momma,
just once more before she leaves,
but I can’t, no I can’t
no I can’t, no I can’t, no I can’t