Reckless Kelly Follow

I saw the same old streets for far too long
I put the rubber on the road, I left it all behind
And now paid with memories, those streets are long since gone
Rubber on the road and the blood inside

And I've been around this land of opportunity
The road is hard and it donÂ''t offer up immunity
I've rode this country hard from sea to shining sea
I've shared a dance with Lady Liberty

I broke down despite my prayers, full tilt and half the way
The rubber on the road and the blood inside
But I ain't got far to go, I'Â'll leave her where she lay
Keep the rubber on the road and the blood inside

Because wealth of matter has never made much sense to me
And it'Â's bought a lot of souls and never has it set one free
I shed a couple tears but never did I grieve
I walked away and left the keys

And IÂ''ll ketch me the midnight ghost
WeÂ''ll roll down that Western Coast
Fields of green, valleys of wine
St. Theresa, donÂ''t you worry, we'Â'll make it on time

We'Â're there before we know, just watch this Grey Ghost go
Steel on the tracks and the hammer down
Things used to move so slow, these days it'Â's roll man roll

And itÂ''s bound to take its toll, out runnin'Â' wild and livinÂ'' free
And I've done some growing up but I never lost the child in me
We'Â're tossin'Â' dice at things, that might not ever be
All just to see what I can see, yeah

And I'Â'll ketch me the midnight ghost
We'Â'll roll down that Western Coast
Fields of green, valleys of wine
St. Theresa, donÂ''t you worry, we'Â'll make it on time

Well I know that it can'Â't last, someday this ride will stall
Rubber on the road and the blood inside
'Cause even mighty mountains someday might crumble and fall
Keep the rubber on the road and the blood inside

Finding out the hard way, donÂ''t leave school with much validity
And livin'Â' hand to mouth, donÂ''t leave room for much nobility
We know the end is near but not when it will be
Or is it close enough to see, yeah

And I'Â'll ketch me the midnight ghost
We'Â'll roll down that Western Coast
Fields of green, Carmel wine, St. Theresa, don'Â't you worry
St. Theresa, don'Â't you worry, St. Theresa, donÂ''t you worry
We'Â'll make it on time

I saw the same old streets for far too long
I put the rubber on the road, I left it all behind
And now paid with memories, those streets are long since gone