Forty Miles to Go
Kicking dust up on a gravel road
Heading back to where I lay my load
Devil woman calling me with all her charms
And I can't wait to get back in her arms
This time I realize I might not make it home
Cause it's ten minutes to midnight, I got
Forty miles to go
Gun smoke and whisky in shotgun shacks
Eights and aces and one-eyed jacks
Throw your money down and play your losing hand
While you try to make that dealer understand
There aint no way for you to tell him how it feels
When you got the devil riding on your heels
Hard luck women in those hard luck bars
Tell hard luck stories like they're movie stars
They tell you all the things they think you wanna hear
While you watch your credence slowly disappear
You've heard every hard luck story that's been told
Time has come to be back on the road
Leave your boot prints on the ground
Get to the river before the sun goes down
Ferryman will tell you everything he knows
He says, don't trust the river
Just cause she's moving slow
He's got his hand out and he's waiting for his toll
Three bits of silver and your worthless soul
Kicking dust up on a gravel road
Heading back to where I lay my load
Devil woman calling me with all her charms
And I can't wait to get back in her arms
This time I realize I might not make it home
Cause it's ten minutes to midnight, I got
Forty miles to go
Heading back to where I lay my load
Devil woman calling me with all her charms
And I can't wait to get back in her arms
This time I realize I might not make it home
Cause it's ten minutes to midnight, I got
Forty miles to go
Gun smoke and whisky in shotgun shacks
Eights and aces and one-eyed jacks
Throw your money down and play your losing hand
While you try to make that dealer understand
There aint no way for you to tell him how it feels
When you got the devil riding on your heels
Hard luck women in those hard luck bars
Tell hard luck stories like they're movie stars
They tell you all the things they think you wanna hear
While you watch your credence slowly disappear
You've heard every hard luck story that's been told
Time has come to be back on the road
Leave your boot prints on the ground
Get to the river before the sun goes down
Ferryman will tell you everything he knows
He says, don't trust the river
Just cause she's moving slow
He's got his hand out and he's waiting for his toll
Three bits of silver and your worthless soul
Kicking dust up on a gravel road
Heading back to where I lay my load
Devil woman calling me with all her charms
And I can't wait to get back in her arms
This time I realize I might not make it home
Cause it's ten minutes to midnight, I got
Forty miles to go
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Writer(s): Guy Edward Chervenka, Maurice Raymond Motut
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