So you think you're a cowboy but you're only a kid
With a mind to do everything wrong
And it starts to get smoother when the circle begins
But by the time that you get there it's gone
So you think you're a winner but you're losin’ again
The cards have already been dealt
And the hand that you're playin’ means nothing at all
And knowing is all that is left
So live life as you find it the best that you can
Tomorrow cannot right the wrong
Don't wait for tomorrow to bring you your dreams
‘Cause by the time that you get there they're gone
It’s got all the classic Willie-Proust concepts: mind, time, and tomorrow. He’s got a “mind to do everything wrong.” “Tomorrow cannot right the wrong” flies in the face of “the healing hands of time.” Tomorrow both can and cannot heal today. Live in the present; don’t wait for tomorrow, unless, of course, you want to hang out in the past with a memory or two. Once again, Willie is out-foxing time by not playing by its rules. He won’t wait for tomorrow; he won’t wait for time to run its course. He hits the fast forward button, the TIVO, and has it all when he wants it, on his own terms. Just like his phrases, his meter, his time. No need to wait for the beat, the four bars. Get there on your own terms, in your own sweet time. This version of “Hands on the Wheel” (track 5) only appears here; the other version appears on “Red Headed Stranger” (1975). The “Red Headed Stranger” version is the better of the two, but this rare track, even with the syrupy strings, makes this LP worth buying. That and Mickey Raphael’s harmonica. Willie produced the first side of this LP, but tracks 6-10 are disco tunes, which I won’t review here. I wish Willie would sing on a few disco songs just to round out his exploration of genres. He’s done everything else.
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