I finally see the dawn arrivin' I see beyond the road I'm drivin' Far away and left behind Don't look back A new day is breakin' It's been too long since I felt this way I don't mind where I get taken The road is callin' Today is the day

Where'm I gonna live when I get home So where'm I gonna live when I get home My ol' lady's thrown out everything I own She meant what she said when she wished I was dead I knew our road was gettin' kinda rocky She said I was gettin' way too cocky She

In the heat of the day down in Mobile Alabama Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer I gotta get some money to buy some brand new shoes Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues "She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun

"Little boy, don't be scared Little boy, don't be sad My mother standing in the doorway Friday night, a smile on her face And I'll always be that little boy I was only ten years old Like the back of my hand, knew the roads I swerved my bike and lost

In the heat of the day down in Mobile Alabama Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer I gotta get some money to buy some brand new shoes Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues "She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun

And I don't know how we So leave me at the roadside And hang me up and out to dry The places inside me that I find Woke up one day somehow thought we knew 'Cause I don't know And I don't think you see Exactly what we're supposed to do

That’s a long way here All the green and all the gold The hurt you hide The foolish pride Up on Cedarwood, Cedarwood Road I was running down the road The fear was all I knew I was looking for a soul that’s real

Hey, hey, hey Do you bury me when I'm gone Do you teach me while I'm here Just as soon as I belong Then it's time I disappear Here I go into new days I'm pain, I'm hope, I'm suffer Ain't no mercy there for me And I went on down that road

Where will you go now? Is it true now? Killers done found this touch a long time ago Had to walks hours before I found this new kind of road Had to spend months inside a dark room with my candles blown But I came out with a light that blind at then end

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