And the desert that´s dry In a country town Where the map was found When the wagons leave the city For the forest and further on Painted wagon of the morning Dusty roads where they've gone Sometimes travelin´ through the darkness At the summer comin´

Oh you feel that as I take you to them dirt roads deep in your southern roots When nobody said life was going to be easy And we travel to this emotional roller coaster called life And we have our ups and downs Just keep in mind When you hit rock bottom

You try to tell me not to worry When you knowin' I be stressed I looked on the bright side Just to see you love me less When I was down and had nobody You's the only one I'd text, I know I'm on the road and I just gotta go I'm really stuck in my zone

I got money that I saved then I'm back on road Get my jewelry out the safe 'cause I'm back on road I still do these hoes the same when I'm back on road If you wasn't there for me when I was all alone Then bitch don't expect no love when I'm back I'm just

So many roads, so many trains to ride I was standin' by my window, when I heard that whistle blow It was a mean ol' fireman and a cruel ol' engineer I've got to find my baby, 'fore I'll be satisfied You know I thought it was a Streamline, but it was a B

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

All that wasted time I wonder if you ever think about it like I do Seven kids on my two lane road After all this time it still feels so good When I think about those summer nights Singing out the window, on the back roads, Sweet Child of Mine Sipping on

Like a swarm of flies colliding with a moving windshield So are our lives on this never-ending road I have left behind my mark only to be later washed away And was consumed with the allure despite the inevitable decay When did the road that I'm on become

Let it all wash on under the bridge, blow it a kiss Give it a rest ‘cause it is what it is You never know What’s waiting just up the road Sooner or later that sun’s gonna shine, luck will turn on a dime So when the good times roll let ‘em roll but when

All the wasted words I said In all the cities that I left The last act of our precious play Must not close with regret (regret) All the wasted words There are days when sorrow seems never-ending Like the countless roads upon which I've driven The price