Long Trip Alone

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 r

Country Roads, old theatre marquee signs; Parkin' lots, and billboards flyin' by. Spanish moss, 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

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 sou

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

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

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