| This road I’m on is blacktop and gravel
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| It’s a faded blue line, this road I travel
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| And it’s a well worn path, it’s a cold bar ditch
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| It’s a brakeman sleeping on a dead man’s switch
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| And I’m a rollin' faster than a locomotive
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| Tougher than the edge of the Rockies, hotter than a smoking gun
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| Ragged as the road I’m on
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| Verse Two:
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| This road I’m on has been cracked by the cold
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| It’s been scorched by the sun and searched by the soul
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| And it’s a working back breaking, it’s a pick ax swinging
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| It’s steel wheels turning on steel rails singing
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Verse Three:
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| This road lies ahead like life on a brush
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| It’s a virgin canvas free from human touch
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| And it’s ours for the taking or the leaving behind
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| It’s a ghost of the past with the future to find
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| It’s got me rollin' faster than a locomotive
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| Tougher than the edge of the Rockies, hotter than a smoking gun
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| Ragged as the road
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| It’s got me rollin' faster than a locomotive
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| Tougher than the edge of the Rockies, hotter than a smoking gun
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| Ragged as the road I’m on |