| Done some living in the fast lane where the world is just a blur
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| Had my veins full of high octane and my eyes closed in the curve
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| Had to slow my roll and take control circle back for a couple souls
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| That in my youth I tattooed with my tread
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| Cause there’s more blacktop behind me than ahead
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| I don’t know where I’ll wind up when the Good Lord says my times up
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| With my checkered record man it’s hard to tell
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| I still end up in some ditches down the road to good intentions
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| Between those Saturday night neon lights and Sunday church bells
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| Somewhere between the stairway to heaven and the highway to hell
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| Gonna try to do some right things cause you know I’ve done some wrong
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| Start mending my old fences stop living my old songs
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| Gonna make some time for some friends of mine so no ones feeling left behind
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| And we’ll probably just end up in some old bar
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| Getting rowdy loud and thrown out cause were taking it too far
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| I don’t know where I’ll wind up when the Good Lord says my times up
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| With my checkered record man it’s hard to tell
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| I still end up in some ditches down the road to good intentions
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| Between those Saturday night neon lights and Sunday church bells
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| Somewhere between the stairway to heaven and the highway to hell
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| I still end up in some ditches down the road to good intentions
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| Between those Saturday night neon lights and Sunday church bells
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| Somewhere between the stairway to heaven and the highway to hell
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| And the highway to hell |