| Well it’s half my heart and a little bit of soul
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| That makes me feel I’ve gotta ride this road
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| I wouldn’t change it if I could
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| And me and this road you know we’ve got an understanding
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| It won’t leave me at home and I am
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| Too tired to do just what I should
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| And last night I asked if I could
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| Take comfort in the rosewood
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| The road said nothing at all
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| Coz it don’t talk back unless the wind blows hard
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| I drive it all night with the wheel of my car
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| It won’t leave me running for the door
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| And if the paints still wet I can just slow down
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| And it all goes away on the other side of town
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| And nothiing is that easy anymore
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| Well the hurt won’t leave with the sight of white line
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| But it eases up the pain for a while
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| The only habit that I keep
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| And miles take time but the time is mine
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| And always moving suits me fine
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| I’ll catch my breath when I sleep
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| And after all that I’ve done
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| I’m not half what I hoped that I’d become
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| There’s still a long way to go |