[male
vocals] (
Bright
acoustic
guitar
strumming,
swelling
fiddle
melody)
Yeah,
let
the
fiddle
play.
It’
s
a
golden
day
for
a
man
of
the
road.
Listen
close
now.
Nineteen
sixty-seven,
the
story
began
to
unfold
A
dusty
path
taken,
a
future
of
stories
untold
I
remember
those
mornings,
walking
through
the
streets
of
Matero
Young
and
hungry,
feeling
like
a
local
hero
From
the
quiet
of
Kabwata
to
the
sun
on
my
face
in
Makeni
Northmead
nights,
yeah,
I’
ve
seen
more
than
a
penny
Just
a
boy
with
a
dream
and
a
long
road
ahead
With
the
lessons
of
the
elders
ringing
inside
of
my
head.
Oh,
fifty-nine
years,
what
a
ride
it
has
been
From
the
places
I’
ve
wandered
to
the
sights
I
have
seen
I’
m
raising
a
glass
to
the
journey
and
the
grace
of
the
Lord
For
the
music,
the
laughter,
and
the
life
I’
ve
been
stored
Dennis
Chisala
Mwila,
standing
tall,
standing
free
Fifty-nine
years
of
heaven,
looking
back
at
me.
Then
the
winds
pulled
me
southward,
across
the
golden
plains
Chasing
down
horizons,
ignoring
all
the
rains
I
wandered
through
the
southern
lands,
feeling
wild
and
alive
Searching
for
the
rhythm
just
to
help
a
man
thrive
Then
up
to
the
Copperbelt,
where
the
iron
meets
the
heart
Learning
every
ending
is
just
a
brand
new
start
Back
to
Lusaka
now,
the
circle
finally
closes
tight
Everything
is
shining,
everything
is
feeling
right.
Oh,
fifty-nine
years,
what
a
ride
it
has
been
From
the
places
I’
ve
wandered
to
the
sights
I
have
seen
I’
m
raising
a
glass
to
the
journey
and
the
grace
of
the
Lord
For
the
music,
the
laughter,
and
the
life
I’
ve
been
stored
Dennis
Chisala
Mwila,
standing
tall,
standing
free
Fifty-nine
years
of
heaven,
looking
back
at
me.
It
wasn't
always
easy,
Lord,
the
road
was
sometimes
steep
But
the
promises
You
made
me,
they
were
ones
You’
d
always
keep
Through
every
city,
every
town,
every
valley
in
between
I’
m
the
luckiest
man
that
this
old
world
has
ever
seen. (
Upbeat,
bright
fiddle
and
acoustic
guitar
interplay)
Oh,
fifty-nine
years,
what
a
ride
it
has
been
From
the
places
I’
ve
wandered
to
the
sights
I
have
seen
I’
m
raising
a
glass
to
the
journey
and
the
grace
of
the
Lord
For
the
music,
the
laughter,
and
the
life
I’
ve
been
stored
Dennis
Chisala
Mwila,
standing
tall,
standing
free
Fifty-nine
years
of
heaven,
looking
back
at
me.
Yeah,
fifty-nine
years.
From
Matero
to
the
world.
Thank
You,
Lord,
for
every
step.
Dennis
Chisala
Mwila,
keeping
on.
Yeah,
let
the
music
roll
on. (
Fade
out
with
bright
harmonica
finish)