Back On The Crooked Road

Every day breakin’ dawn,
Fields of hay, rows so long
I ran out of things to do
Way out on the rural route

I was born on a crooked road
I grew up where the trees would bend in the winter wind
I’ve walked many a mile on a path too straight and narrow
Now I’m back on the crooked road again

Every day, I took my place
Sixteen lanes, an endless race
Uptown deal, ain’t what it seems
Take the wheel and chase the dream

I was born on a crooked road
I grew up where the trees would bend in the winter wind
I’ve walked many a mile on a path too straight and narrow
Now I’m back on the crooked road again

I was born on a crooked road
I grew up where the trees would bend in the winter wind
I’ve walked many a mile on a path too straight and narrow
Now I’m back on the crooked road again

Yes I’m back on the crooked road again