Inherited Road
Grandaddy took the road late in life
Bible in his hands and his splash Old Spice
Preachin' his fire and brimstone all the way
He played a little fiddle and he sang some too
All those old hymnals he'd know on cue
Now Granny she stand and watch him drive away
Oh the road was calling
Peaceful as the dove
He'd preach words of wisdom
Preaching of above
Oh the road was calling
Like a long lost love
Reaching deep inside him
Til it filled him up
Papa was a young ramblin' man
Left the kids raisin' to the woman's hands
He sold homemade shine
And he ran a saloon or two
So Effie she raised them one by one
Two fair daughters and three rough sons
And one of them would run
When he'd hear a train passin' through
Oh the road was calling
With the passing trains
Shining through the darkness
Breaking through the rains
Oh the road was calling
Like a long lost love
Reaching deep inside them
Til it filled them up
I'm the granddaughter of travelin' men
One drove for his soul
The other sold with his hands
On this inherited road I stand today
The streets are reminders
Of forgotten times
I sell my wares and I preach my rhymes
Hoping someone hears
What this heart has got to say
Oh the road is calling
Like a scared child's cry
Wakes you in the midnight
And you wonder why
Oh the road is calling
Like a long lost love
Reaching deep inside you
Til it fills you up
Oh the road is calling
Like a scared child's cry
Wakes you in the midnight
And you wonder why
Oh the road is calling
Like a long lost love
Reaching deep inside me
Til it fills me up
Oh the road is calling
Like a long lost love
Reaching deep inside me
Til it fills me up
Bible in his hands and his splash Old Spice
Preachin' his fire and brimstone all the way
He played a little fiddle and he sang some too
All those old hymnals he'd know on cue
Now Granny she stand and watch him drive away
Oh the road was calling
Peaceful as the dove
He'd preach words of wisdom
Preaching of above
Oh the road was calling
Like a long lost love
Reaching deep inside him
Til it filled him up
Papa was a young ramblin' man
Left the kids raisin' to the woman's hands
He sold homemade shine
And he ran a saloon or two
So Effie she raised them one by one
Two fair daughters and three rough sons
And one of them would run
When he'd hear a train passin' through
Oh the road was calling
With the passing trains
Shining through the darkness
Breaking through the rains
Oh the road was calling
Like a long lost love
Reaching deep inside them
Til it filled them up
I'm the granddaughter of travelin' men
One drove for his soul
The other sold with his hands
On this inherited road I stand today
The streets are reminders
Of forgotten times
I sell my wares and I preach my rhymes
Hoping someone hears
What this heart has got to say
Oh the road is calling
Like a scared child's cry
Wakes you in the midnight
And you wonder why
Oh the road is calling
Like a long lost love
Reaching deep inside you
Til it fills you up
Oh the road is calling
Like a scared child's cry
Wakes you in the midnight
And you wonder why
Oh the road is calling
Like a long lost love
Reaching deep inside me
Til it fills me up
Oh the road is calling
Like a long lost love
Reaching deep inside me
Til it fills me up
Credits
Writer(s): Kimberly M'carver
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