Open Road

©℗2006 Dave Insley, Crawl Daddy Music, BMI

I pulled my hat down on my head, and I stuck my thumb out in the wind
I got tired of this crazy little town, and the road was calling me “old friend”
I hitched my way out across the prairie, I slept out in the wind and rain
I can’t tell you when I’ll see you, I might not be this way again

Time sure flies when you’re busy living
Then it creeps along slow when you’re dead
An open road and some empty pockets,
All the little things that we left unsaid

Well I got my Daddy’s beat up rifle, I got my mama’s good luck charm
I got my Uncle’s John B Stetson, and my life is rolling right along
I hold this open road in my hands, and I remember where it’s been
Of broken hearts and broken bottles, all the little things that won’t mend

Time sure flies when you know your leaving
And it moves real slow after you’re gone
An open road and some empty pockets
When the days are cold & the nights are long

Time sure flies when you’re busy living
And it moves real slow after your gone
An open road and some empty pockets
The little things that we can’t bring along
Time sure flies when you know your leaving
And it moves real slow after you’re gone
My heart knows what to hold onto
An open road and an old love song

©℗2006 Dave Insley, Crawl Daddy Music, BMI