I'm a long way from home and so all alone Homesick, like I never thought I'd be I'm a long way from home and everything is wrong Someone please watch
There's a book by an author named Carol S. Pearson from the mid-70s called The Hero Within: Six Archetypes We Live By Even though it's nearly forty years
If I go crazy of if I pull through its only a matter of time til I lose my reason the way I lost you its only a matter of time frauline I miss climbing
A long time ago in a swamp far, far away Where Louisiana meets Texas And the snakes fall off the tree The critters are getting restless Getting greedy
Alone with the morning burning red On the canvas in my head, painting a picture of you And me driving across country, in a dusty old RV Just the road
The sun don't burn fast enough for me In a cloud of smoke my conscience becomes clean Long and lonesome road, I've traveled to be free And I carry no
?Come on boys, let?s hit the road? We left L.A. on Sunday, in Lubbock by Tuesday That?s where we played our second show Where nobody knew us, so nobody
There was a time when I would lie and say I needed you 'Cause I didn't have nowhere else to go Yeah, you go your way, I'll go mine We'll get together
sound of that far away train that he prays someday will take him away Lucky Lucinda was a big city girl Hungerin' for Country in a Rock-n-Roll world Dice shooting
Broke down at the end of the night Can't seem to get anything right So numb I can't feel things anymore Somehow could feel me letting go I know there
Every time I think I smell that sweet southern rain It takes me to a station on the long black train I wanna hear the wind blow and feel the earth move
It's a long long road of livin', I wouldn't wanna be sendin' The wrong idea that I'm gettin' soft I just keep on gettin' lost, I don't care too much If
verse You made together forever In a little way today This one is a blessed one Don't you wish they could all be that way There's a diamond in this city
It's been sixteen weeks since I've been back home I make a lot of money I don't know where it goes All I know is the guitar and the bottle My daddy was
When I was just a young boy My daddy came to me Said, ?Son out in this world theres a lotta things That'll make you feel like your supposed to be? You
If life's a bowl of cherries Why is mine the pits Well I feel like crap from the bottom of my boots to my hat to my fingertips I wanna get drunk get
Time's winding down friends. The witching hour is almost upon us. I can't tell you how much I'll miss our night rides together. When I push back from
The dying day paints a portrait of sadness Upon this lonely LA tear Have I found a home, in this prison of my own trapped in a borderline carreer? But
