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

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

I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you) Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you) I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you) Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you) Jordan, sorry I wasn't there for all your

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

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

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 cut me down When I'm on my knees I'll still believe, And when I've hit the ground, neither lost nor found, If you believe in me I'll still believe So I was lost, go count the cost, Before you go to the Holland Road, With your heart like a stone you

Tracksuit grey, black, blue I was just a hope-filled kid like you Left ends broke, gotta win, can't lose Everyting fresh when I came back through Saying they're a road brudda, that's not true I'm not second but I am top two See me in the club with the

Strip it down, down, down Back to you and me like it used to be When it was an old back road with an old school beat Cowboy boots by your little bare feet Let it out, tell me right now Everything I need in them white cotton sheets Dirty dance me slow in