Sagebrush In The Air

Blacktop and me always seem to disagree
But my travels seem to make me who I am
No matter where I roam, I always wind up home
And that's the thing I'll never understand

The rambling side of me ain't what I was made to be
And the other side will never find it fair
But the highway brings me home to a place I'm not alone
To a place where the sagebrush fills the air

That Sagebrush in the Air and that weathered rocking chair
They're as good as a welcome sign to me
And the kindness in her voice always leaves me with no choice
This is the place that I was meant to be

The miles on these boots cannot compare
To painted skies and Sagebrush in the Air

Where a cowboy earns his pay and he waits upon the day
His stubborn vices put him in the ground
Where we spent our wicked youth and we'd tell our hidden truth
That we'd never dig our roots and stick around

That Sagebrush in the Air and that weathered rocking chair
They're as good as a welcome sign to me
And the kindness in her voice always leaves me with no choice
This is the place that I was meant to be

The miles on these boots cannot compare
To painted skies and Sagebrush in the Air

If I ever had to choose between my heart and leaving you
I'd cry a hymn until I lose my voice
About places I have been, about being home again
'Cause that's the only thing that brings me joy

That Sagebrush in the Air and that weathered rocking chair
They're as good as a welcome sign to me
And the kindness in her voice always leaves me with no choice
This is the place that I was meant to be

And the miles on these boots cannot compare
To painted skies and Sagebrush in the Air



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