Different people (including me) read different meanings into these lyrics, but in its current form it's mainly about climate change. The pedal steel player is a country band veteran, (+70) but this was his first gig as a session player and his reaction to that was precious.

Lyrics

Git Along

The air is cool for this time of year.
The clouds are forest-fire thick.
The moon is hidden and the embers fade.
The darkness comes complete and quick.
The wheels are mired in a well-worn track, a heavy load of recollections.
The thirsty horse is at the water’s edge.
The footprints lead in all directions.

Oooh-Hooo
Git along, Git along.

The posse’s restless for the renegades.
The scent is fresh it’s time to go.
Cross the desert into happy trails, past the last chance Texaco.

Swing your partners round and dosado, hear the lonesome whistle whine.
The cowboy rides into the blazing sun, singing “Oh my darling Clementine”.

Oooh-Hooo
Git along, git along.
Time to git along.

The town is overrun with hired guns.
The sheriff’s drunk in the saloon.
The desperado’s drawn the diamond queen, the clock is tickin’ to high noon.

Swing your partners round and dosado, hear the lonesome whistle whine .
The cowboy rides into the blazing sun, singing “Dreadful sorry Clementine”.

Oooh-Hooo Git along, Git along.
It’s time to git along.
Oooh-Hooo, Git along, Git along.
We need to git along.

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© Sharon Lucy Nauss-Hughes