Sam Bush Follow

Where There’s A Road

Jeff Davis was no county line to my daddy
More like a wall he could not see beyond
Yeah, to me that farm was just a jail and the day I hit sixteen I bailed
Shook off the Georgia dust and I was gone

To the wild unknown, where no light to guide me shown
And the wheels had ideas of their own

Three bakes joined the ride at a Joplin pawnshop
And a hard core band somewhere round Santa Fe
A club to wreck and a town to burn, not a cent to waste, no rock unturned
Days like those you’ve got to throw away

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Wired to the wheel and bound to no one
Fire up the engine, down the fences go
Free, that’s about the blacktop, the back route, there’s always a way out
Where there’s a road, where there’s a road

That Portland week I can’t seem to remember
Those Houston nights that just won’t quit my mind
Yeah, checking seven doors or ten, better rooms just up the bend
And a thousand more left somewhere behind

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To the last free man, ain’t no mystery can stand
When the key’s right there in your hand

So Amy please don’t make this any harder
This tramp you’ve lost, that’s sure no cause to cry
No flesh and blood can buy my hand, you can ask a sad ol’ Georgia man
Since I’ve been gone it’s been one long goodbye

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