The Road
Lately I been tired
Feeling like I'm out my mind
Saying Ill be fine
But I think I'm slowly dying
I don't know where to turn
Is anybody there
Calling out to god
Hanging on to a prayer
Maybe it's time that I hit the road
Only place I feel at home
I was born a vagabond
On these lonely streets I roam
They say mama was a dancer
And papa was a rolling stone
Maybe it's the bloodline
I feel it running through my bones
Or maybe it's the whiskey
It makes me lose my self control
Or maybe it's the devil
He seems to be behind every door
But I'm six feet deep and Ive already been to hell
Done sold my soul have nothing left to sell
In another motel room might od off pills
I wanna quit this shit
but I love the way it makes me feel
Maybe it's time I hit the road
Only place I feel at home
I was born a vagabond
On these lonely streets I roam
And I don't where to turn
Is there anybody there
Calling out to god
Hanging on to a prayer
But I'm six feet deep and Ive already been to hell
Done sold my soul have nothing left to sell
In another motel room might od off pills
I wanna quit this shit
but I love the way it makes me feel
Maybe it's time I hit the road
Only place I feel at home
I was born a vagabond
On these lonely streets I roam
Maybe it's time I hit the road
Only place I feel at home
I was born a vagabond
On these lonely streets I roam
Feeling like I'm out my mind
Saying Ill be fine
But I think I'm slowly dying
I don't know where to turn
Is anybody there
Calling out to god
Hanging on to a prayer
Maybe it's time that I hit the road
Only place I feel at home
I was born a vagabond
On these lonely streets I roam
They say mama was a dancer
And papa was a rolling stone
Maybe it's the bloodline
I feel it running through my bones
Or maybe it's the whiskey
It makes me lose my self control
Or maybe it's the devil
He seems to be behind every door
But I'm six feet deep and Ive already been to hell
Done sold my soul have nothing left to sell
In another motel room might od off pills
I wanna quit this shit
but I love the way it makes me feel
Maybe it's time I hit the road
Only place I feel at home
I was born a vagabond
On these lonely streets I roam
And I don't where to turn
Is there anybody there
Calling out to god
Hanging on to a prayer
But I'm six feet deep and Ive already been to hell
Done sold my soul have nothing left to sell
In another motel room might od off pills
I wanna quit this shit
but I love the way it makes me feel
Maybe it's time I hit the road
Only place I feel at home
I was born a vagabond
On these lonely streets I roam
Maybe it's time I hit the road
Only place I feel at home
I was born a vagabond
On these lonely streets I roam
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Writer(s): Ashton Rich
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