Road with No Lines

There's a road with no lines
Off I️-65
left at the station
Is right where I️ leave It all behind
Windows rolled down
Tires on the ground
Radio up in my truck and there's no one around

I️ drive down the middle
I️ Swerve just a little
To Strait's Amarillo that fiddle makes me wanna cry
man ain't it something
I️ think about nothing and everything at the same time

My windshield is cracked, but so
Is this beer,
It's a longer way home, but it
Feels like I'm home when I'm
Here

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I think about heartbreaks that
I thought we're mistakes,
I love how this road makes it ok,
To keep it in drive
man ain't it something
I️ think about nothing and everything at the same time

Its a road with no lines
But This road is lined
With a Creek bed, hickory, juniper, cedar and pine
I️ get life right
About half of the time
I know I'm no hero (angel), but hell I know
This road don't mind

I️ drive down the middle
I️ Swerve just a little
To Strait's Amarillo that fiddle makes me wanna cry
man ain't it something
I️ think bout nothing and everything at the same time

There's a road with no lines
Off I️-65
left at the station
Is right where I️ leave It behind