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"The Road"

"The Road"


There's a thousand miles and eighteen hours I've got a double drive down southbound 35
Got the hammer down, detroit made 525 pushing' my ass right down that line
And that smell of burnin' diesel fuel just tells me that I'm back out on the road

I've got a full-grown creeping' up on my tail, no I won't make bail in this small town jail no not right here
I've got the bird dog on, radio cranked, gear jammin lane changin son of a bitch you betcha son
And that smell of burnin' diesel fuel just tells me that I'm back out on the road

Just left the jail with a handful of pills and I won't quit til I hit the coup in Abiline
I'm almost there, there's just a few more miles, I'll make the drop, I'll turn and burn I'm outta here
And that smell of burnin' diesel fuel just tells me that I'm back out on the road

And that smell of burnin' diesel fuel just tells me that I'm back out on the road
 
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"The Story Never Ends"

"The Story Never Ends"


Another two months on the road
Just two more miles I'll be home to what I know
Where things move a little slower
And people always wave goodbye and say hello
And the maples on this road they must be three hundred years old
Just imagine all the stories they could tell
Of the tractors and the cars
All comin' home from Liston's bar
And the country folk just out to raise some hell
To raise some hell

This is my home
This is where I belong
Where my daughters go to school
Where opinions are strong
Where my neighbors are my friends
And the story never ends

So I just hit the ground and keep on runnin'
All of yesterday has come and gone
And so you try to pick up all the pieces
Put it all back the way that it belongs
Well the next thing that you know
It's time to play another show
I'm leavin' out of here just after dawn
Ain't it good to know that no matter where you go
That this town has got your back when you are gone
When you are gone

And this is my home
This is where I belong
Where my daughters go to school
Where opinions are strong
And my amendment rights
They keep me safe at night
Where my neighbors are my friends
And the story never ends

This is my home
This is where I belong
Where my daughters go to school
Where opinions are strong
Where my amendment rights
Keep me safe at night
Where my neighbors are my friends
And the story never ends

And the story never ends

Another two months on the road
Just two more miles I'll be home
To what I know
 
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"Travelin' Soldier"

"Travelin' Soldier"


Two days past eighteen
He was waitin' for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth, in a cafe there
He gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair

He's a little shy so she give him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talkin' to me, I'm feelin' a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go

So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I got no one, to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you

I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young, for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter said, a soldier's comin' home

So the letters came from an army camp
In California then Afghanistan
And he told her of his heart, it might be love
And all of the things that he was so scared of

He said when it's gettin' kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for a while

I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young, for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter said, a soldier's comin' home

One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang
A man said "Folks, would you bow your head
To a list of local soldiers dead"

Cryin' all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marchin' band
And one name read, and nobody really cared
But the pretty little girl, with a bow in her hair

I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young, for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter said, a soldier's comin'...

I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young, for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter said, a soldier's comin' home
 
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"Vicious Circles"

"Vicious Circles"


If I could walk on water, like Jesus did before,
If I knew all the answers, to keep you coming back for more,
If I could paint a picture, and then cut off my own ear,
If I chose all the right colors, would this just disappear?

Because, we run in vicious circles,
Until we're, dizzy with disdain,
And there's, miles and miles between us,
Yet we still remain,

If I could write a poem, and find the perfect words,
And then put them all to music, just so my voice gets heard,

Because, we run in vicious circles,
Until we're, dizzy with disdain,
And there's, miles and miles between us,
Yet we still remain,

So if I could walk on water, like Jesus did before,
And if I knew all the answers, I'd keep you coming back for more,

Because, we run in vicious circles,
Until we're, dizzy with disdain,
And there's, miles and miles between us,
And yet we still remain,

We run in vicious circles,
Until we're, dizzy with disdain,
And there's, miles and miles between us,
Yet we still remain,

Yet we still remain
 
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"What Hurts The Most"
(originally by Rascal Flatts)

"What Hurts The Most"
(originally by Rascal Flatts)



I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
But that is not what gets me

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away

And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' it
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still harder, getting up, getting dressed, living with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away

And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away

And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away

And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
 
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"Whiskey And You"

"Whiskey And You"


There's a bottle, on the dresser by your ring
And it's empty, so right now I don't feel a thing
But I'll be hurtin', when I wake up on the floor
But I'll be over it by noon

That's the difference between whiskey and you

Come tomorrow, I can walk in any store
It ain't a problem, they'll always sell me more
But your forgiveness, well that's something I can't buy
There ain't a thing that I can do

That's the difference between whiskey and you

One's a devil, and one keeps driving me insane
At times I wonder, if they ain't both the same
And one's a liar, that helps to hide me from my pain
And one's a long gone bitter truth

That's the difference between whiskey and you

I've got a problem, but it ain't like what you think
I drink because I'm lonesome, an' I'm lonesome 'cause I drink
But if I don't break down, and bring it on myself
It'll hit out of the blue

That's the difference between whiskey and you

One's a devil, and one keeps driving me insane
At times I wonder, if they ain't both the same
And one's a liar, that helps to hide me from my pain
And one's a long gone bitter truth

That's the difference, between whiskey and you
Oh, that's the difference, between whiskey and you
 
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