Route 50
He's driving for miles
Until he feels safe
From the ties and the straps
That kept him bound in place
He can't go to San Francisco
No he can't go there
He forgot all of his flowers
He cant put them in his hair
He gave them to a girl
She smelled like cigarettes
Anything about her he knows
And all he wants to do is forget
His heart's been broken one too many times
So he's riding it out until the angels chime
He's walking with his thumb out
And the road is dark and misty
His car broken down a couple miles back
Right along route 50
He got no future plans
Just trying to clear his head oh
He told me he's headin north
So i guess he's goin to ohio
Where he's met with nothing perfect
So he won't feel so detained
And if he finds something that's worth it
He'll pack up and he'll leave again
When the pain can't be dulled with one bottle of whiskey
Then it's time to hit the road and travel lonesome route 50
When the baggage you're carrying along lonesome route 50
Starts to strain your neck
Cause the things you brought are way to heavy
Then maybe this isn't where you belong
If i was you i would thank my stars and move the hell along
If i was you i would thank my stars and move along
Until he feels safe
From the ties and the straps
That kept him bound in place
He can't go to San Francisco
No he can't go there
He forgot all of his flowers
He cant put them in his hair
He gave them to a girl
She smelled like cigarettes
Anything about her he knows
And all he wants to do is forget
His heart's been broken one too many times
So he's riding it out until the angels chime
He's walking with his thumb out
And the road is dark and misty
His car broken down a couple miles back
Right along route 50
He got no future plans
Just trying to clear his head oh
He told me he's headin north
So i guess he's goin to ohio
Where he's met with nothing perfect
So he won't feel so detained
And if he finds something that's worth it
He'll pack up and he'll leave again
When the pain can't be dulled with one bottle of whiskey
Then it's time to hit the road and travel lonesome route 50
When the baggage you're carrying along lonesome route 50
Starts to strain your neck
Cause the things you brought are way to heavy
Then maybe this isn't where you belong
If i was you i would thank my stars and move the hell along
If i was you i would thank my stars and move along
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Writer(s): Eva Pyle
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