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<h6>Rough Road</h6>
Well it was cold winter time,back in nineteen eighty nine I was ten years old,and I think that you were nine<br />
our momma was still alive,she was doing fine<br />
I remember well,the ways that she shined<br />
We lived down by the interstate had a place where we’d play<br />
and I can still hear her saying boys stay away from that old road<br />
because it sure is a rough road that they’re traveling it sure is a mean road that their rolling on sometimes they take a wrong turn<br />
sometimes they go the wrong way<br />
they get a little sideways,and can’t get back from where that they came break<br />
The years quickly past us by<br />
you had your dreams and I had mine<br />
seperated by the hands of time<br />
we both had to live our own lives<br />
I bought a house on the edge of town<br />
I had some kids and I settled down<br />
but I don’t see you around,I guess that you’re still chasing that long white line but just remember<br />
that it sure is a rough road that you’re traveling<br />
that sure is a mean road that you’re rolling on<br />
somewhere you took a wrong turn,somehow you’ve went the wrong way you’ve got a little sideways,and can’t get back from where that you came cause it sure is a rough road that you’re traveling<br />
it’s a long empty road and it just rolls on and on
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