Born for the Road

I met a gypsy from Detroit trading love for the coin
Cruising the white lines, falling
She beckoned my ear, broke into tears
Showed me the horizon calling

She said, "I am no saint, I can't complain"
"There's always a place for my head"
With a knapsack of nothing and old tires rumbling
Over the radio she said

"I was born for the road
The highway's my soul
I'll take the long way, avoid all the tolls
Miles on tires, truck stops and diners
This much I know the road is my home"

A trucker from Fayetteville struggling to pay his bills
Finding his peace in the mileage

No lover, no bounty
He braves every county
Watching the sunset on High Ridge

He says: "I am no saint. I can't complain"
"There's always a new star in sight"
With the eyes of a child, he spoke as he smiled
His eyes on the moon as he sighed

I'm leaving, got no reason
There's so much that I'll never see and I'm losing my way
To find my place

At 5th street and Main, not one dime to my name
The front rolling in bringing hardship



Credits
Writer(s): Sidney Johns
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