Going Up the Road
Goin' up the road I'm gonna get away for the weekend
Goin' to a place I ain't never ever been before
I gotta get out of this little ol' town
The endless nights are bringin' me down
Goin' up the road I'm gonna get away for the weekend
Goin' up the road it eases my troubled mind
Gonna find me a place where there ain't nothin' but time
Sit up high and gave out on the water
I'm afraid to jump but maybe I oughta
Goin' up the road it eases my troubled mind
Memories they're sometimes hard to set free
Lord knows my memory has plagued me
When memories they haunt you son
Ya gotta move on and make new ones
Memories they're sometimes hard to set free
Sittin' on a cliff-top overlooking lake Champlaign
Watchin' the birds fly over the watery plain
There ain't nothin' like a bird in flight
I watch 'em til they're outta sight
Sittin' on a cliff-top overlooking lake Champlaign
Pretty little miss just 'a sittin' listenin' while I sing
Lord have mercy she's the sweetest thing
If she don't cry, if she don't cling
Who's to say what the future might bring
Pretty little miss just 'a sittin' listenin' while I sing
So I'm goin' up the road I'm gonna get away for the weekend
Goin' to a place I ain't never ever been before
I gotta get out of this little ol' town
The endless nights are bringin' me down
Goin' up the road I'm gonna get away for the weekend
Goin' to a place I ain't never ever been before
I gotta get out of this little ol' town
The endless nights are bringin' me down
Goin' up the road I'm gonna get away for the weekend
Goin' up the road it eases my troubled mind
Gonna find me a place where there ain't nothin' but time
Sit up high and gave out on the water
I'm afraid to jump but maybe I oughta
Goin' up the road it eases my troubled mind
Memories they're sometimes hard to set free
Lord knows my memory has plagued me
When memories they haunt you son
Ya gotta move on and make new ones
Memories they're sometimes hard to set free
Sittin' on a cliff-top overlooking lake Champlaign
Watchin' the birds fly over the watery plain
There ain't nothin' like a bird in flight
I watch 'em til they're outta sight
Sittin' on a cliff-top overlooking lake Champlaign
Pretty little miss just 'a sittin' listenin' while I sing
Lord have mercy she's the sweetest thing
If she don't cry, if she don't cling
Who's to say what the future might bring
Pretty little miss just 'a sittin' listenin' while I sing
So I'm goin' up the road I'm gonna get away for the weekend
Goin' to a place I ain't never ever been before
I gotta get out of this little ol' town
The endless nights are bringin' me down
Goin' up the road I'm gonna get away for the weekend
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Writer(s): Lance Taylor
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