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Country Roads, old theatre marquee signs;
Parkin' lots, and billboards flyin' by.
Spanish mosques, little hick town squares;
Wild roses on a river bank: girl its almost like you're there
Oh, every mile, a memory; every song, another scene,
From some old movie going back in time you and me.
Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound,
Like a freight train rollin' through my dreams:
Every mile, a memory.
Red sun down, out across the western sky,
Takes me back to the fire in your eyes.
Texas stars in a purple night.
Not seein' 'em with you baby: oh, they never do it right, no.
Every mile, a memory; every song, another scene,
From some old movie going back in time you and me.
Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound,
Like a freight train rollin' through my dreams:
Every mile, a memory.
Funny how no matter where I run,
Round every bend I only see,
Just how far I haven't come.
Every mile, a memory; every song, another scene,
From some old movie going back in time you and me.
Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound,
Like a freight train rollin' through my dreams:
Every mile, a memory;
Every mile, a memory;
Every mile, a memory.
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I've been called a rambler
'Cause I keep my eyes on that horizon line
And I've been called a gambler
'Cause I always wanna let my winnings ride
I've been broke more times than I can count
I've been stuck for days in a lonely town
When my luck ran south
Chorus:
Hey I might be makin' me a reputation
Of goin' my own way and
I can't live it down
Got the throttle wide open gonna live it up knowin'
In this life you only
Get one go around
And I can't live it down
There's times I've wasted money
'Cause I know that I can always make more cash
But wasted time is something man
When it's gone you can't get it back
So I'll go on burnin' up both ends
'Cause I don't want a whole lot of might've-beens
Now that would be a sin
(Repeat Chorus)
Gonna live for place I ain't been
Make a lot of good remember-whens
Right up to the end
(Repeat Chorus)
I can't live it down
I can't live it down
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It's a long trip alone over sand and stone
That lie along the road that we all must travel down
So maybe you could walk with me a while
And maybe I could rest beneath your smile
Everybody stumbles sometimes and needs a hand to hold
'Cause it's a long trip alone
It's a short piece of time but just enough to find
A little peace of mind under the sun somewhere
So maybe you could walk with me a while
And maybe I could rest beneath your smile
You know we can't afford to let one moment pass us by
'Cause it's a short piece of time
And I don't know where I'd be without you here
'Cause I'm not really me without you there
Yea Yeah
Hallelujah hallelujah oh
So maybe you could walk with me a while
Maybe I could rest beneath your smile
Everybody stumbles sometimes and needs a hand to hold
So maybe you could walk with me a while
Maybe I could rest beneath your smile
Maybe I could feel right beside you 'til I'm home
'Cause it's a long trip alone
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We were playin' out in Vegas when this lady pressed her way up to the stage
I forgot what I was singin' when she met me with her meet-me-later gaze
When she threw it on my mic stand I figured they were probably double-D's
That might make for a good story man
But that don't make it easy lovin' me
One time I met one of my heroes and he made me feel real good that I was there
'Cause whatever he was smokin' man it had me spinnin' circles in my chair
I fell asleep on his bus in Texas but I woke up in Memphis, Tennessee
That might make for a good story man
But that don't make it easy lovin' me
Chorus:
But I got a woman
Let me tell you that she's somethin'
You won't catch me doin' nothin'
To ever make her wanna leave
She knows how much I love her man
But that don't make it easy lovin' me
When you're livin' on a bus and you fill it up with a bunch of real good timin'
boys
Mix in applause and alcohol and honky tonks you know we're bound to make some
noise
But this rake-and-ramblin' life helps me write the kind of songs I wanna sing
'Cause it makes for real good stories man
But that don't make it easy lovin' me
(Repeat Chorus)
Yeah she knows how much I love her man
But that don't make it easy lovin' me
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I left that sun sinkin' west in California
I was supposed to say in LA a few more weeks
But the next time that old sun and I meet up
I'll be a thousand miles east
Fifty dollars and a gas card in my pocket
That I'm thinkin' might already be maxed out
That's just one of those little crazy things
I really didn't stop to think about
'Cause when a man wants to be with a woman
There ain't no way of gettin' there too fast
When you know who you wanna spend
The rest of your life with you wanna start
The rest of your life
As soon as you can
That state trooper let me off with just a warnin'
And a promise that I'd try to slow her down
Man that promise was forgotten
By the time I'd gotten two miles out of town
'Cause when a man wants to be with a woman
There ain't no way of gettin' there too fast
When you know who you wanna spend
The rest of your life with you wanna start
The rest of your life
As soon as you can
Don't know how much a truck can handle
But the closer that I get I keep pushin' it
'Cause when a man wants to be with a woman
There ain't no way of gettin' there too fast
When you know who you wanna spend
The rest of your life with you wanna start
The rest of your life
You can't wait to start the rest of your life
As soon as you can
As soon as you can
As soon as you can
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Got a guitar
Got a guitar on my back
And I'm standin' on this lonesome railroad track
Train's a comin'
It'll be here 'fore too long
But I don't think I can stop it with a song
Girl that's the kind of way I'm feelin'
Tryin' to stop your leavin'
Got a pebble
Got a pebble in my hand
And I toss it out into the middle of the Rio Grande
But the river keeps runnin'
Don't even know that I'm around
I could throw a million more and not slow it down
Girl that's kind of what I'm feelin'
Tryin' to stop your leavin'
There's nothin' that I wouldn't try
If I thought it would change your mind
But you don't love me
No you don't love me anymore
And I know as soon as you walk out that door
Train's a comin', river's runnin'
Train's a comin', river's runnin'
Pain's a comin', tears are runnin'
Yeah that's kind of the way I'm feelin'
Knowin' I couldn't stop your leavin'
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Girl I've made a name everybody writes off
An open-road hard case a honky tonk lost cause
The fate I'm lookin' at there ain't know way around
A long and lonely path I'm destined to go down
Chorus:
Yeah there ain't much of nothin' in me
Left to be saved but baby I bet
If you could love somebody like me
There might be hope for me yet
Hope for me yet
Always livin' fast and only thinkin' short term
I never could get past a bridge I didn't burn
I'm just a worn out pair of boots and a beat-up old guitar
A handful of country tunes and a hard-luck kind of heart
(Repeat Chorus)
Girl you just might be that outside chance for me
Yeah you're the one good shot at redemption that I've got
Yeah there ain't much of nothin' in me
Left to be saved but baby I bet
If you could love somebody like me
There might be...
(Repeat Chorus)
Hope for me yet
There's hope for me yet
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I hear people talk of heaven
And how it's only for the precious few
But in the book that I've been readin'
Sounds to me like there's a lot of room
So I bet some folks are gonna be surprised
About who makes it to the other side 'cause in the
Chorus:
Heave I'm headed to
There's a place for preachers, thieves and prostitutes
Saints and soldiers, beggars, kings and renegades
For any soul that ever found amazing grace
Ain't no tellin' who on earth He might include
In the heaven I'm headed to
It's not my place to say
Just who does or doesn't get to go
I'm only one among the many
Stumblin' down that narrow road
There's so many things in this life to love
And I believe there's hope for each of us 'cause
(Repeat Chorus)
And the only thing I know
We all get the chance to go
Saints and soldiers, beggers, kings and renegades
Any soul that ever found amazing grace
Ain't no tellin' who on earth He might include
In the heave I'm headed to
The heaven I'm headed to
The heaven I'm headed to
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Pair of boots and a sack of clothes
Free and easy down the road I go
Hangin' memories on the high line poles
Free and easy down the road I go
Free and easy down the road I go
Ragweed's rockin' on the radio
Free and easy down the road I go
So I keep rollin' like an old banjo
Free and easy down the road I go
Got the sun shinin' on me like a big spotlight
So I know everything is gonna be alright
Ain't no tellin' where the wind might blow
Free and easy down the road I go
Livin' life like a Sunday stroll
Free and easy down the road I go
Free and easy down the road I go
If you only get to go around one time
I'm gonna sit back and try to enjoy the ride
I could make a million or wind up broke
Free and easy down the road I go
Can't take it with you when you go so
Free and easy down the road I go
Someday I know it's gonna take me home so
Free and easy down the road I go
Free and easy down the road I go
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I came up through the trenches where
we only played for tips and alcohol
You find out what you're made of when there
ain't no gold or platinum on the wall
And there's a few more like me who
ain't of fightin' for the cause
Chorus:
Me and my band of brothers we got you covered
Out here on the honky tonk front lines
We're loaded up with country music we ain't afraid to use it
Even if we have to play all night
Well we ain't no rookies it's our third tour of duty but that's all right
yeah that's all right
Me and my band of brothers got you covered
On the honky tonk front lines
From the bars of San Diego to the
county dair way up in Bangor Maine
We keep the tour bus rollin' just like it was
a big old Sherman tank
Like those who came before us
Owens, Haggard, Willie, Waylon, Jones and Hank
(and Johnny Cash)
(Repeat Chorus)
Well we ain't no rookies it's our third tour of duty
but that's all right yeah that's all right
Me and my band of brothers got you covered
On the honky tonk front lines
Me and my band of brothers got you covered
On the honky tonk front lines
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(featuring The Grascals)
Father meet me with your arms wide open
The world's done broken your prodigal son
Down the road I traveled
Everything raveled only came undone
Father lead me down to the river
Wash me in the water 'til I'm whiter than snow
I know I'm not worthy
But tell me there's mercy for the wanderin' soul
I lost my way but now I'm on my knees
If it's not too late won't you tell me please
You gotta place for me
A little grace for me
Father meet me in the cool green valley
In all of your glory when my days are done
Name me as one of your chosen
Heaven's unbroken prodigal son
Father meet me with your arms wide open
Lead me down to the river
Meet me in the cool green valley
Name me one of your chosen
Heaven's unbroken prodigal son
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