80 lyrics for "To get on the road"
We'll be road trippin' rollin' with the top down, southbound Getting wild, raising hell, and leaving this town In a tank top gonna let the guns out, all about rockin' that farmers tan Got the Chev going seventy , all the girls looking heavenly Like there
PlayOh lord, have mercy on my soul For I have walked the sinful road Lord, have mercy on me, please So I'm gonna get down on my knees Beg forgiveness to help set me free Lord, have mercy on my soul That I'm down on my knees Jesus, I must confess
PlayI 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
PlayWe were born to die Come and take a walk on the wild side Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain You like your girls insane Don't make me sad, don't make me cry Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough I don't know why Keep making me laugh,
PlayIt's the first time, that I worried Of a bad dream, of a journey On a highway through the valley It's a long road through the night I can dance to anything you wanna sing It's a long road To get it right Stop banging away on my kaleidoscope Stop draining
PlayNobody knows how the story ends Nobody knows how to say goodbye Nobody knows how to get back home Through the darkness to the dawn Love is deep as the road is long It seems so easy 'til you try Then the moments passed you by And we set out so long ago
PlayOh, I wish, for once, we could stay gold What if our hard work ends in despair? What if the road won't take me there? What if to love and be loved's not enough? What if I fall and can't bear to get up? It shone like gold No gold can stay We could stay
PlayYou and me could Baby, you and me could leave right now Ditch all your friends, the guy you came with Get to know you where it ain't so loud Just you and me alone on some old moonlit road But the two of us could disappear Just say the word and get out of
PlayWe get colder As we grow older We will walk So much slower Together we go Oh, miss believer, my pretty sleeper Your twisted mind is like snow on the road Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder Inside your head than the winter of dead
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