Return of the Grievous Angel
Gram Parsons Lyrics


Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴

Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich
And welcome me back to town
Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlour
And I'll show you how it all went down
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
And a good saloon in every single town

Oh and I remember something you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you

'Cause I headed West to grow up with the country
Across those prairies with those waves of grain
And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea
And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee

We flew straight across that river bridge, last night half past two
The switch-man wave his lantern goodbye and good day as we went roling through
Billboards and truck stops pass by the grievous angel
And now I know just what I have to do (pick for me James)

And the man on the radio won't leave me alone
He wants to take my money for something that I've never been shown
And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue see
And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee

The news I could bring I met up with the king
On his head an amphetamine crown
He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt
And lighted out for some desert town
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
And a good saloon in every single town

Oh but I remember something you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you




Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you

Overall Meaning

Gram Parsons’s song Return of the Grievous Angel is a lyrical masterpiece that tells the story of a man who has wandered the world and finally returned home. The song begins with the man asking Annie Rich to scratch his itch and welcome him back to town. He has been on a journey with truckers and cowboy angels, while visiting saloons in every town. However, he remembers something that Annie once told him, and he realizes that all the roads he took have led him back to her. Even though he went "down, down, down" twenty thousand roads, he finally reached home where he belongs.


The singer reflects on his journey and his life but understands that love and home are the only things that truly matter. He speaks of how he headed west to grow up with the country and saw his devil, but also his deep blue sea. He tells Annie that he has seen the world but ultimately chooses her and his hometown. He ends the song by recounting how he met the King, someone with an amphetamine crown on his head, who talked about unbuckling the Bible's belt and heading for some desert town, which is a metaphor for living a life of sin. Nonetheless, he has learned important lessons throughout his journey, and he is returning to his roots.


The song's themes of American wanderlust, love, disillusionment, and homecoming have captured the hearts of many. It's an evocative song that speaks to anyone who has left home and returned after a long journey, or anyone who has ever felt lost or disillusioned.


Line by Line Meaning

Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich
Please satisfy my longings, Annie Rich


And welcome me back to town
Let me to come back to where I belong


Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlour
Come outside so we can talk or I'll come to you


And I'll show you how it all went down
I'll explain everything you missed while I was away


Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
I've been living among rough crowds and outlaws


And a good saloon in every single town
Every town I visited had a welcoming bar


Oh and I remember something you once told me
I recall an advice you gave me earlier


And I'll be damned if it did not come true
It turned out that your words were prophetic


Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
I traveled countless roads in search of something


And they all lead me straight back home to you
But in the end, I just wanted to come back to you


'Cause I headed West to grow up with the country
I headed west to live and mature with my nation


Across those prairies with those waves of grain
I've seen the vast, golden plains of this continent


And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea
I faced my fears and overcome them, including that of drowning


And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee
I remembered a pretty hat I saw on my travels


We flew straight across that river bridge, last night half past two
I recently crossed a bridge over a river with my companions


The switch-man wave his lantern goodbye and good day as we went roling through
The railway worker wished us well as we moved on


Billboards and truck stops pass by the grievous angel
I see many advertisements and resting places on my journey


And now I know just what I have to do (pick for me James)
I know precisely what I must do now


And the man on the radio won't leave me alone
There's a persistent voice on the radio trying to sell me something


He wants to take my money for something that I've never been shown
He's trying to get me to buy an unknown product


The news I could bring I met up with the king
I have important news to share with someone influential


On his head an amphetamine crown
The leader appears to be under the influence of drugs


He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt
He discussed getting rid of traditional religious norms


And lighted out for some desert town
He left to go to a remote, deserted place


Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
I traveled countless roads on my journey


And they all lead me straight back home to you
In the end, I just wanted to come back to you


Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
I traveled countless roads on my journey


And they all lead me straight back home to you
In the end, I just wanted to come back to you




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Graham Parsons, Beau Brown

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it

Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found
Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@jamesspannthecardreader

Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich
And welcome me back to town
Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlour
And I'll show you how it all went down
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
And a good saloon in every single town

Oh and I remember something you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you
'Cause I headed West to grow up with the country
Across those prairies with those waves of grain
And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea
And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee

We flew straight across that river bridge, last night half past two
The switch-man wave his lantern goodbye and good day as we went roling through
Billboards and truck stops pass by the grievous angel
And now I know just what I have to do (pick for me James)

And the man on the radio won't leave me alone
He wants to take my money for something that I've never been shown
And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue see
And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee

The news I could bring I met up with the king
On his head an amphetamine crown
He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt
And lighted out for some desert town
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
And a good saloon in every single town

Oh but I remember something you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you



All comments from YouTube:

@patrickrooney5452

To think that Emmylou Harris wanted to be a folk singer. If it weren't for the fact that they got together and started making music together nobody would have ever known who Emmylou Harris is. By a small chance she met Gram Parsons through Chris Hillman and now Emmylou Harris is a Country music legend. She's beyond a Country music star and it's all because of those two albums with Gram Parsons and her beautiful unique voice. Emmylou Harris continued to make country music because of the influence of Gram Parsons

@ronaldjaybelin520

Not exactly the case

@ronaldjaybelin520

I wrote this word for word

@Roadnottaken27

I'm sorry but I don't get what all the hype is about Gram Parsons. He sounds like Sonny Bono to me.

@Genjo_N_Mojave

Clarence White is buried down the street at Joshua Cemetery here in the hi-desert town of Lancaster. My buddy lived across the street from the cemetery in 1973. One hot Mojave Desert day around noon in late July, we sat waiting for Clarence's burial procession to arrive from St. Mary's Catholic church in Palmdale. We watched from 100 feet away as Gram and Bernie sang Farther On. Who would have guessed Gram would pass just 2 months later, except for perhaps his closest of friends, who were aware of his self-destructive drinking, drug habits, and the extent of sedation Gram was accustomed to. Joshua Tree Monument became our hangout for years to come, beginning 1 month after his passing. I spent many a day on top of Cap Rock in the 125° plus power of the burning Sun. I carried water, coconut oil, a bag of weed and wore a 5X Stetson, and smoked enough weed, hash and honey oil until I hallucinated enough to see the ghosts of cowboys 100 years past, taking refuge in the shade of Joshua's mystical rock formations. Cap Rock was a powerful place for gathering spirits past and present. Then the National Park service removed the concrete headstone at the rocks face, where the fire scarred it black, from Gram's burning coffin. Someone poured a concrete headstone right next to the rock face and trinkets were often found, of praying hands and angels statues. After 35-40 years the Park service sand-blasted the blackened face of the rock, which had the letters GP ground into rock. The concrete headstone was given to the Joshua Tree Inn Motel, by the National Park Service. My birthday falls around 1:00 a.m. on the 19th of September, the hour Gram was pronounced DOA. The spirit of the Grievous Angel blows on the wind of the Mojave Desert, and if you pay attention you'll feel his spirit on the warm breeze of a late night in September! RIP Gram Parsons, your spirit still floats all the way across the Mojave Desert and entertains us to this day.

@leolattanzi1226

Fantastic reply , well written bud & very cool that you'd go spend time there gettin tuned up & feeling his spirit , kinda sucks that the park service did that to his final resting place ):

@jml238

That voice! Pure joy, just like his smile! ❤

@laurahykes9206

I am at The Joshua Tree Inn right now. Great vibes here. I am staying in Party Room where they all hung out and wrote songs. I recommend coming here!!!

@deeg8849

Only Marvin & Tammi were a more beautiful duet. This is magical.

@gerardb63

To be honest, I first heard this track performed by Counting Crows and completely fell in love with it. When I went on google to learn about it I realized it was written by Gram. I'm really not a fan of country music; I'm much more of an alternative rock guy, but something about this track simply resounds with me. Great writing crosses over musical genres clearly.

More Comments

More Versions