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DUSTY ROAD
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Yes my feet get so tired,
from this old dusty road,
my body and soul is almost overload.
Yes, I need some fresh air,
let me rest for a while,
take the load off my feet,
before I do another mile.
Counting days the sun come burn me,
and then the rain come drench me.
Just to get what I want,
and all I want is,
a chance to live a simple life,
and end each day with a smile.
I like to get away,
from this old dusty road.
My structure don't lie,
it means every word, oh.
Every now and then,
I get so close to tears.
But giving up now,
will be wasting all these years, oh.
Yes, I'm heading back to the trails
Listen some more.
I wanna move but the forces won't let me.
Every go, the system gets me.
It's up to me to get what I want,
cause it's been rough all these years,
but I fight it through all my fears.
Guess I'm heading back to the roads,
heading back to the old dusty road,
back to the old dusty road, yeah.
Here I come again.
Old dusty road,
back to the old dusty road.
Yes my feet get so tired,
from this old dusty road,
my body and soul is almost overload.
Counting days the sun come burn me,
and then the rain come drench me.
Just to get what I want,
and all I want is,
a chance to live a simple life,
end each day with a smile.
I like to get away,
from this old dusty road.
My structure don't lie,
it means every word, oh.
Every now and then,
I get so close to tears.
But giving up now,
will be wasting all these years, oh.
Yes, I'm heading back to the trials
Going back to the trails.
Yeah, back to the road,
back to the old dusty road.
Beres on the trails once again.
Gotta have some peace of mind.
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